(old man/much younger woman)
lied about her age the first night we met.
kissed her… I knew exactly how old she was.
kissed her… I needed more.
all of her. I wanted everything she wasn’t really offering.
found out that her father was making a deal with my business partner.
wanted her more.
blew into my life like a wall of hot, tattooed muscle.
mention he’s a drummer?
thirty-five years old?
father is going to kill me when he finds out I’m dating his new client?
word on this. He’s worth every risk I’m taking.
older-man-very-young-woman sexy romance filled with forbidden lust, too many
‘first times’ to count, inappropriate touching in public, and an angsty, but
you turn eighteen?” he whispers into my mouth.
from now?” he asks, still kissing me.
I mumble back, thinking if this is kissing I should’ve started doing it sooner.
away, a pained look on his face. I know he’s going to leave. Right now. He’s
going to yell at me for deceiving him and walk right out my sister’s door.
sorry. I really am. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Please don’t tell anyone
I brought you up here. My father would be pissed and he’ll drag me home to the
boring suburbs, and my exciting pretend adult life in the city will be over!”
mad,” I say. “I know you’re mad. And… and I’m bad. I know that. This was bad.
I’m bad. And I probably deserve to go home.”
says. “That’s not what I’m thinking about right now.”
not?” I say, genuinely surprised because if I were him, I’d be thinking that
yeah, this girl has no clue what she’s doing and has no business being left
alone in her sister’s apartment in the city for four weeks.
God, I don’t say any of that out loud. Instead, I say, “Then what are you
me hungrily. Like he’s the Big Bad Wolf and I’m Little Red. Like he wants to
eat me up in one gulp.
back at him like maybe I want him to do that.
he asks again.
nod. “I’m meeting my parents for tea at the Corinthian and then we’re going to
see that musical everyone’s talking about.”
me,” he says.
I said I was sorry. Please don’t tell. Please,” I beg.
gonna tell, Aria.”
not?” I brighten.
don’t,” he says. And that hungry look is back. Only it’s like he’s starving and
needs to eat something now. Anything,
even if it’s me.
the truth, I feel the same way. My body is all tingly and my lips—I reach up to
touch them. They feel all weird. His touch lingering. The minty taste of his
mouth still fresh inside mine.
you thinking about?” I ask.
for me, then steps back without touching. I want him to touch me, I realize. I
didn’t intend for that to happen when I brought him up here, but I do.
that he’s about to leave, to walk out and never come back, so I reach for him.
his head and backs away. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. I just can’t…”
him to continue, but he doesn’t. So I say, “You can’t what?”
help myself. I have to go before I do something stupid.”
say, grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat. “Just… wait.”
me over his shoulder and says, “Aria. If I stay
here another second I’m going to lift up your little skirt, pull down your pink
panties, and stick my fingers inside you until you come.”
open your mouth like that again, I’ll stick my cock inside it.”
sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “That was so fucking inappropriate.”
totally was. But it was also totally hot.
does. He leaves. He opens the door, walks through it in a rush, and closes it
open it back up to call him back, he’s already out of sight. Nothing but
footsteps on the stairs.
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