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Jordan Weston is good-looking, mysterious, and sexually uninhibited, but his life is more like the name of his bar―Just an Illusion. His cousins are the bad boys of Bastards and Dangerous, but their fame hasn’t made everything rainbows and sunshine for him. He’s haunted, flawed, and the sole survivor of a homicide that wiped out his immediate family.
Allie Baker, the most recent hire at the bar, can see through Jordan’s façade. She knows he’s everything she doesn’t need, but she’s beginning to crave his cocky attitude and the way he looks at her. The more she tries to stay away from him, the more she wants to get to know him.
Jordan knows falling for an employee is a bad idea, but Allie pushes buttons he never realized he had. Even though Allie desperately needs her job, she soon decides being with Jordan is more important. Will they be able to compromise, or will she let her chance at love pass her by for the sake of a paycheck?
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“Your nieces are going to be so excited when they wake up in the morning,” Allie says while digging through her bag.
“They sure will be—”
“Why did you stop talking?” Allie turns toward me, and my cock twitches. She’s in her bra and in the process of kicking off her pants.
“You’re practically naked. Why would I want to talk when I can watch?”
She shrugs and smiles. It’s a beautiful sight. “Well, you’ve pretty much seen it all, so I figured why be modest?”
I take a step toward her, and she holds out her hand. “Not so fast. You and I need to talk, and I can’t do that half naked.”
“Really? I do some of my best talking fully naked.”
Allie laughs as she puts on an oversized shirt and a pair of yoga pants. “Somehow, I don’t doubt that.”
I strip down to my boxers, and she looks at me expectantly. “What?”
“Where are your pajamas?”
I laugh. “You’re looking at them.”
“You can’t be serious!” She motions at me with her hands. “How am I supposed to keep away from all of … that … if you’re not wearing any clothes?”
She’s adorable. “The same way you do when I am? I promise I won’t touch you, unless you want me to.”
I get into bed and under the covers to prove my point, and as she slides in next to me, I turn off the light.
“That’s the problem. I always want you to,” she grumbles.
She huffs and flips onto her side, facing me. The room is dark, but the moonlight casts enough of a soft glow for me to see her. “That’s what I was trying to say earlier. When I was with Evan, I thought things were great until he started cheating on me. The last year and a half we were together, we never even had sex. I don’t know why I stayed with him, but complacency, like Mel said in her book, was the closest thing I could come up with to describe it.”
“So you left.”
“After some careful planning, yes. And the sex … I didn’t realize it was nice, not until you. Like, how did I spend so many years of my life with him and not understand our sex life was lacking? Not only was the O factor missing but the wow factor was too!”
She’s uninhibited due to the alcohol. I could listen to her all night and not get bored. “The O Factor?”
“Yeah, that’s what Mel calls the loss of orgasms in her book, The O Factor.”
Wait … what? “Allie, are you telling me he stopped giving you orgasms?”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“Because you’re you. All manly and six-packed and tattooed and fucking gorgeous. You’ve got women and men practically falling at your feet. Your cousins and best friends are famous, and you probably have more sex than anyone I’ve ever met. Your orgasm cup probably runs so far over that I could slip and fall just standing next to you.”
She’s drunk and rambling and all I want to do if kiss the hell out of her. “Allie, please answer my question because your drunk speak is adorably cute and making my dick harder than a rock.”
She gasps and leans forward as if she wants to see. “That’s so hot. See what I mean? You’re insanely experienced, and I just left a guy I was with for six years who never gave me an O.”
My lips crash down onto hers, and she throws her leg over my hip. Our tongues meet, and her soft whimpers fuel my desire for her. She should know how much she’s desired and one idiot boyfriend won’t define how sexual she can be.
Reluctantly, I pull away from her. I promised her nothing would happen, and she’s not sober. “Allie, you deserve so much better than someone who won’t take care of your needs, all of your needs. As much of a pleasure it would be to get you off … and I do mean my pleasure … you also deserve someone who will keep his promises to you. I promised nothing would happen tonight. I meant it.”
D. Kelly, author of The Acceptance Series, The Illusion Series, and standalone companion novels Chasing Cassidy and Sharing Rylee, was born and raised in Southern California. She’s a wife, mom, dog lover, taxi, problem fixer, and extreme multi-tasker. She married her high school sweetheart and is her kids’ biggest fan.
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it.
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