Harlequin Dare February 2021 Box Set by JC Harroway

Harlequin Dare February 2021 Box Set by JC Harroway

Author:JC Harroway
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-10-15T00:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER ONE

WE’RE A NO GO

Liam

MY EYES ARE CLOSED, but the morning sun turns my vision red. My bones—along with my head and my morning wood—decide this is the perfect moment to start aching like a motherfucker. It’s my first clue that I did it again. I bite the inside of my cheek while I take stock.

I end up in places I shouldn’t when I drink.

I also do things I shouldn’t. Admittedly on purpose, to make myself feel bad, but still.

Mentally, I review what I know, which turns out to be absolutely nothing.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

See? I recognize the panic. It’s what I deserve. I don’t know what I did last night because I was out of control. Blackout drunk like my asshole dad when he’d finally come home after weeks or months away and then get into it with my mother.

Mission thoroughly accomplished.

Picking my way along the road of last night’s memories yields nothing helpful. The memories’ disappearance correlates with the decreasing level in my bourbon bottle. I’d been drunk. I’d partied. I’d…

Done something.

No.

Someone.

This last guess is cheating because I’m not alone in the bed. My arms clutch a curvy, naked body close. The last thing I want is company. And particularly not the female kind. Mornings after come with more expectations than Christmas does presents.

I disappoint when it comes to relationships. My sexual repertoire doesn’t include explanations, apologies, commitments or anything other than straight-up dirty sex. It works better for all parties involved if I put out and then get out before expectations are engendered. I turn my face into the hair of my sleepover companion. She smells clean and sweet, like fruit and something herbal.

I like it.

I need to figure out who I screwed. Then I’ll reach out to my lawyer and he’ll draft an NDA with the appropriate legal names and financial incentives. I spend a moment trying to blind guess who my companion is but last night is fuzzy, the details blurred other than some truly spectacular sex, and even that is more highlights reel than full-length documentary. I’ll have to ask. Or at least open my eyes. I’ve seen too many acquaintances burned badly to let a random hookup escape without signing. If I intend to start sleeping with random unknown girls on a regular basis, I should institute a name tag policy. Hello, My Name Is… stickers to make everything easier. The benefits of being the party host.

“Liam?” My naked sleepover buddy shifts in my arms—why am I spooning her?—and murmurs my name. The sound is feminine, husky and not entirely awake, although she sounds like she’s getting there. She has the voice of a phone sex operator and both my dick and my brain decide that maybe we’re not dying after all. This may have something to do with the way her backside cushions my front as she stretches. I press my mouth against her throat and discover she tastes as good as she sounds.

As my brain isn’t entirely online yet, however, all that comes out of my mouth is an uninspired, “Right here, sweetheart.



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