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Mistake #1: Sleeping with a friend
Hooking up with Quincy was a no-brainer.
The sexy hot-shot Navy pilot wasn’t on my SEAL team.
I thought she’d be safe for a one-night stand.
Mistake #2: Letting her walk out the door
I realized too late she wasn’t a one-and-done for me.
But now she thinks I’m a player. Okay, she knows I’m a player.
Which is why she won’t go there with me again.
Mistake #3: Wanting to repeat Mistake #1.
Quincy’s on my team. We live in the same barracks.
We’re friends. I don’t want to screw that up.
Being near her is pure torture. I don’t know how much longer I can last
Before I risk the biggest mistake of all–losing her.
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Excerpt
“Sweets, I know you think I’m a player. I definitely got around before we hooked up in Qatar–no denying it. I was no monk and definitely not a virgin. Neither were you.”
She blinked, then gave a quick nod. Neither of us had any intention of talking about past partners, but I had thrown the redheaded waitress in her face, even if it hadn’t been true.
“But I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Quincy’s mouth opened and she stared at me. “You haven’t been with anyone…” she echoed in a stunned voice. “Wait, since last week, you mean?”
I shook my head. “Since Qatar.” I held my hands up. “I swear to God, sweets. I know we didn’t make any promises or commitments to each other, but after you, no one else seemed to measure up. I didn’t feel like going there with anyone else.”
Quincy looked like she was going to faint or something. She swayed on her feet, staring at me in shock. Yeah, the manwhore who turned into a born-again virgin because of her.
“If that doesn’t make you feel good about yourself, I’m not sure what will.” I let out a rueful laugh. “I know it’s a shocker. It sort of shocked me, too. I just want you, Quince. Can we revisit that as a possibility?”
Quincy blinked rapidly. “Um.” She let out a ragged laugh. “This is so weird.” She stumbled forward–almost to my arms, but not quite.
I managed to keep from dragging her the rest of the way in, but I did reach out and grip her muscular thighs, stroking along the bare skin below the hem of her skirt.
“You’re telling me you…you gave up women after me?”
I grinned. “I didn’t give up. I was saving myself for the best.” I winked at her and she let out a breathy laugh, finally taking that last step to fall into me. Her hands came to my shoulders and my face went between her tits. I slid my palms up her legs to cup her panty-clad ass underneath the skirt, which was up around her waist now.
“Saving yourself,” she scoffed softly. “That’s ridiculous, Kennedy.” Her fingertips explored the tattoo on my back.
“It’s all true.”
“I…I’m flabbergasted.”
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