Hero: Oliver. Comic store owner. His best friend is Olivia Lola (edited: sorry – Lola, NOT Olivia!) , fellow comic lover, and he is in love with her. But he can’t admit that to her. Let me also mention he is a nerdy sex god.

Heroine: Lola. Wrote a bestselling-turned-movie-deal graphic novel. Leads a very careful life until everything turns upside with the movie deal. Leans on Oliver for support but also day dreams about his penis every day. As she notes, “Uncut cocks are my kryptonite.” – Better watch out Lola.

There are sweet moments like this…..

“Are you hard?” She lowers her hips and slides over me, just once.

Oh, fuck.

I lose my breath when my heart climbs into my throat. She knows I am; my cock is rigid and pressed right against her.

“Are you wet?” I volley back.

I know she is. When she rocks forward again, I can feel it in the easy slide of her over me.

She laughs and her attention shifts from my eyes back to my lips. She’s so close, it isn’t just a flicker of her gaze; it’s an intentional drop, a mile-long stretch that seems to take forever as she looks at my nose, my cheeks, my lips, then snags there. If she looked any lower she would no doubt see my pulse frozen in my throat. “Are you thinking of kissing me?” she asks. I stare right back at her mouth. Lick my lips.

“Are you thinking of being kissed?”

“Will you answer any question I ask?”

“Yes, but only that one.”

She gives me my favorite laugh: the quiet thrust of breath from her mouth. The sound she probably doesn’t even know she makes. And then she bends, time stops, and after a tiny beat of hesitation where she holds her breath, Lola presses her full lips to mine.

Warm, soft, and just the tiniest bit wet: it’s the sweetest first kiss I’ve ever had. Lola gives me a blissful few introductory kisses before the eventual parting of her lips, and the careful capture of my bottom lip between hers.

When she sucks, gently bites, and makes a tiny rough growl, I am wrecked. When the tip of her tongue grazes mine, my heart seems intent on punching its way out of my chest.

I am totally fucking ruined.

And then there are many moments like this…

I’m screaming into a pillow, arching at the sensation of his sweat hitting my spine, wanting to spread my legs to take him completely into me, but forced together to hold the pleasure in a tiny radius of contact.

It’s too much.

I need more.

Oliver smacks my ass hard, grunting at the surprised clench of my body around his.

“It’s good,” he grates out. “It’s fucking bliss.”

I’m listening to this one as I like to do with this series. There is both a male and female narrator and the men that narrate this series have very low voices – always good for your ear holes.

I love this series – Oliver and Lola are the final of the three couples featured in this series, but each can be read as a stand alone. These authors (the series is co-written) are a favorite for Smex Scene Sunday *wink* – Here, Here, Here

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