Plus One by Missy Blake ~ Live & Excerpt & Giveaway!

Also by this author: Plus One
Plus One by Missy Blake (Pen Name for M.N. Forgy)
ASIN: B01N1XD1YU
Published by Indie on January 30, 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Pages: 220
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No feelings. No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother. If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this. It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple. We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real. But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.
Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.

 

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Excerpt

I turn around to ask for one of his shirts and find him shirtless and tugging down his jeans.

Holy back porn.

It’s outlined in muscle and is a golden tan. Holy shit he has lower back dimples too. My eyes skim along his bare skin, wishing it were my hands instead. My hands strangle themselves, my mouth parting to allow the labored breathing to pass.

His jeans drop to his feet, and he bends over to kick them off. That round ass on display for my pleasure. My eyes scan the white tight briefs cleaning to his tight—.

Wait, are those bananas?

“What are you wearing?” Using the back of my hand I try to hide my smile.

Standing upright he looks over his shoulder, a devilish look crosses his face.

“These?” He tugs on the elastic band of his briefs, making the banana prints dance. “They’re underwear,” he responds like I should know that.

“I know they’re underwear. I just didn’t peg you for a banana-wearing kind of guy,” I laugh again.

“I bring a whole new meaning to banana hammock, baby.” He turns and the smile on my face is wiped clean when I see the length and girth of that bulge in his underwear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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