Life is good. I’m finally watching my dreams come true. My divorce was painful, but staying married to a cheater wasn’t an option. I’m happier now. Ready to be my own person. But no more men.
Graham doesn’t count. He’s my carpenter, and yeah, he knows how to wear a toolbelt, but I’m not ready to get involved with someone. But the way he talks, and the way he makes me feel has me questioning why.
Just when I think I know the answer, my ex shows up. He needs my help. He can’t do it without me. And old habits die hard.
My ex needs me, but Graham wants me. The biggest question of all is what do I want? Because I’m done living my life for other people.
Excerpt from Puffy & Precious
“Please, just relax, Abby. I’m trying to help you.” He sighed, my body moving with his. “Your ex is as big of an asshole as I’d assumed he was.”
I laughed softly. “Yeah, he is.”
“There’s only one thing I can’t figure out.”
“What’s that?” I asked, finally realizing the green I saw was his shirt. My face was pressed to his chest. I snuggled in deeper and nearly laughed when he groaned and tightened his grip on me.
He cleared his throat, but his voice was still raspy when he said, “I’m trying to understand why you married that worthless piece of garbage, and stayed with him for years, and I couldn’t even make it through dinner and dessert with you. Two kisses and you were done with me.”
I struggled against him until he finally released me. I glanced around my empty cafe, happy to see it vacant for once. Graham was sitting in one of my purple chairs, cradling me. I turned in his lap until I was straddling him. His hands automatically went to my hips and his eyes slipped closed. He pulsed against my core, making me wish we could strip our clothes and I could have him right then and there.
Without responding to his comment about Brett, I covered his mouth with mine. I dove in, my tongue splitting his lips and plunging deep into his mouth until it met his. My hands clutched at his shoulders, tugging him closer as he pulled me against him. The rasp of his jeans clad cock against my khakis nearly made me scream right then and there.
Graham growled into my mouth and his hands went to my ass, kneading my flesh as he moved me against him. I was getting closer and closer to losing it, and was almost there when he pulled back.