Author: Evan Grace
Published by Self-Published
Release Date August 29, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Gorgeous. Sweet. Funny. He made me feel things that I’ve never felt before. In just one short week over Spring Break, I began to fall in love. That is until it all fell apart. Now, here I am, three years later and I’ve moved on, at least that’s what I told myself until he came crashing back into my life. Things have changed. I’ve changed, and there’s something he doesn’t know.
He wants me to give us another chance. I try to fight it, but it’s not long before all of those same old feelings come rushing back. I know he feels it too. I can see it every time he looks at me. I can feel it every time he touches me.
It feels like I’m missing something. Like there’s something that he’s not telling me. Something that has the potential to tear it all apart. After all, it’s not easy when you fall in love with your best friends’ father. I didn’t stand a chance after we met.
Title: After We Met
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Oh So Novel
Author: Evan Grace
Release Date: August 29, 2019
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper. I know I’m playing with fire right now, but I’m beginning not to care anymore.
Lani licks her lips, it’s like she’s begging for me to kiss her. As much as I want to, I just can’t. I can’t do that, and I can’t do it to Molly. They’re best friends and I wouldn’t want it to destroy their friendship.
I reluctantly let her go. “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Maybe we should call it a night.” She follows me out of the pool.
I wrap her towel around her—my eyes never leaving hers as I slowly dry her off. My heart is pounding in my chest, squatting down in front of her I dry her legs off. My eyes drift down to her long shapely legs.
My fingers ghost over her smooth skin. I don’t miss Lani’s quick inhale of her breath or the rapid rise and fall of her chest. If I close my eyes, I swear I can smell her. My dick stands at attention and begs me to be inside her.
“Ahem…you better get inside.” My voice is hoarse, laced with desire. “I’ll-uh… see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight,” she whispers. Her voice is melodic and makes my blood sing. I don’t stand up until she’s inside and I see the guest bedroom light flip on upstairs. Only then do I extinguish the torches and head inside.
When I finally settle into bed, I can’t sleep. Is it because I know she’s upstairs sleeping? Is it because I’m dying to know if she’s wearing that threadbare tank top again? Before I can stop myself, I’m out of bed throwing on some basketball shorts and walking out of my bedroom.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs and take a deep breath. Step by step, I walk silently up the stairs. When I reach the top, I walk toward Lani’s closed door. I lift my hand to knock when I hear a soft moan and a faint buzzing sound. I need to walk away and give her privacy, but instead, I put my ear to the door and listen to her masturbate.
She just moaned my name and my cock is so fucking hard right now. I wrap my hand around it through my shorts and squeeze, trying to ease the urge to come. Lani comes with a muffled shout and I swear my balls start tingling.
I head downstairs before she catches me, but once I’m in the privacy of my bedroom, I jerk off voraciously until I’m spent and only then do I fall asleep.