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Simply Sophisticated Publishing
Genre: Contemporary
Series: Something in Common
- Book 4
Format: E-Book
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Del Jenkins prefers to be alone—or
so he tells himself until his younger brothers try
to make him a playdate with bookstore owner Harper
Hillman. Del’s brothers just want him to make a new
friend, but there is no way he can be friends with
Harper. Not unless Harper’s definition of “friends”
includes jumping
into bed together and getting naked and
sweaty. When Harper turns him
down flat because he doesn’t sleep with strangers,
Del shrugs it off and suggests they get to know each
other better. He already sees something wonderful in
Harper, and he won’t give up so easily.
Harper is still mourning his dead husband, and a
casual sexual encounter with Del is the last thing
he wants. But getting to know each
other—platonically, of course—should be harmless. In
no way is Harper getting close to another man. But
as he and Del spend more time together, Harper
realizes it’s too late—he’s already involved. His
heart is set on Del, and Harper is powerless to
resist. |
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Excerpt |
Warning: This excerpt contains adult content. 18 and
over only, please. |
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Placing the dishtowel down, he turned, then stepped
back.
“I told you to stop crowding me.” Harper crossed his
arms over his chest, glaring at Del.
“Did you figure out why we won’t be friends?” Del’s
expression was intent.
Harper hadn’t even thought about it. “Because you’re a
standoffish idiot.”
“I can be that, but that’s not why.”
“Then I have no idea why. I’m a good friend. If you
don’t want me to be yours, then that’s your loss.”
Harper shrugged.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want you for mine. No one ever
mentioned to me how intriguing you are, Harper
Hillman.” Del lowered his voice.
Harper stared at him. Realization dawned, and he shook
his head. Del nodded, closing the distance between
them. Harper backed away, but Del caught him, pulling
him against him.
“Do—”
Del kissed him, cutting off what he was about to say.
Harper’s thoughts scattered, and he was steeped in
sensation. Del took control of his mouth, claiming it
as if he had a right to. He shoved his tongue
aggressively against his mouth, almost as if he was
demanding a response. Harper moaned, gripping him
tight, returning the hungry kiss. He suckled Del’s
tongue, nipping it and following it into Del’s mouth.
Harper rubbed his along every crevice of Del’s mouth.
Del matched his motions, holding him tight. Harper
could feel the possessiveness in his touch. His
thoughts came back to him and Harper shook.
No one had kissed him like that since Karl. Held him
as Del had since Karl. The only man he loved and would
love. Harper stiffened and pushed Del away, moving
away from him to the other side of the island.
“No. You can’t do this. Karl—”
“Is dead. And you are alive, Harper. You deserve a man
to hold you, kiss you, and make you scream,” Del
stated.
The cold, almost clinical tone pissed Harper off.
Clenching his fist, he held it in, not wanting to hit
Del because he knew he would not be able to stop.
“You fucker. Is that what this is, buttering me up to
get in my pants? That is really a low thing to do.
Karl is barely dead.”
Del frowned. “I thought he died almost two years ago.”
“It’s been nineteen months.”
“So one year and seven months. There is no time frame
that says if you find yourself attracted to someone,
you can’t go with it.” Del put his hands palm down on
the island.
Harper gulped, then spoke again. “I don’t even know if
I like you.”
“Then think about that, and come find me when you
figure it out.” Del straightened, turned, and walked
toward the kitchen door.
“You really are an asshole,” Harper said.
Del pivoted and strode over, crowding him back against
the island. He spoke in that same cool tone. “Why?
Because I’m making you face that you are very much
alive? Harper, I didn’t know Karl, but from what
people have said about him, he wouldn’t want you to
lock yourself away like some monk. You might not like
me, but your cock is hard from wanting me.” Del ground
his erection against Harper’s equally erect shaft.
Harper hated him for pointing it out. He pushed him
off. Del stepped back, walking backward.
“When you decide what you want to do about it, come
see me.” Del tried going back to the door. |
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Copyright ©
Talia Carmichael, 2012.
All Rights Reserved. |
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