Just call me Mister O. Because
YOUR pleasure is my
super power.
Making a woman feel
'oh-god-that's-good' is the name of the
game, and if you can't get the job done, you should get the
hell out of the bedroom. I'm talking toe-curling,
mind-blowing, sheet-grabbing ecstasy. Like I provide every
time.
I suppose that makes me a superhero of pleasure,
and my
mission is to always deliver.
Sure, I've got an
addiction to giving, but step right up,
and you'll also find a man with a hot exterior, a kickass
job, a razor-sharp wit, and a heart of gold. Yeah, life is
good...
And then I'm thrown for a loop when a certain
woman asks me
to teach her everything about how to win a man. The only
problem? She's my best friend's sister, but she's far too
tempting to resist--especially when I learn that sweet, sexy
Harper has a dirty mind too and wants to put it to good use.
What could possibly go wrong as I give her some
no-strings-attached lessons in seduction?
No one will
know, even if we send a few dirty sexts. Okay, a
few hundred. Or if the zipper on her dress gets stuck. Not
on that! Or if she gives me those f*&k-me-eyes on the
train in front of her whole family.
The trouble is the
more nights I spend with her in bed, the
more days I want to spend with her out of bed. And for the
first time ever, I'm not only thinking about how to make a
woman cry out in pleasure --I'm thinking about how to keep
her in my arms for a long time to come.
Looks like the
real Adventures of Mister Orgasm have only
just begun....