CATCHING CARLY By Emma Hart
Coming in less than a week! Release date: March 7 th , 2017
My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.
How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or
sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb…
I had sex with my best friend’s brother.
Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking
annoying one. With big…hands.
And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.
Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but
he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?
“This never happened.”
Zeke raises an eyebrow. “Nothing has happened.”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Don’t be a dick. You know what I mean.
This is only going to happen because I’m a little drunk.”
“I thought you said it never happened.”
“You’re being a dick.”
His grin is wide and a little cocky. “So right now it’s happening because you’re a little
drunk, but tomorrow it won’t have happened.”
I nod. “That’s right. You and I will forget it ever happened.”
His blue-green eyes sweep the length of my body before he meets my gaze, his lips
dropping into a self-sure smirk. “Trust me, Carly, you won’t be forgetting this when I’m through
“Through with me? What am I? A naughty child awaiting punishment?”
“Look, if you want me to spank you, I’m good with that.” He raises his hands in front of
his body. “In fact, I’m more than good with that.”
I blink at him. It really doesn’t help that he has his hands up like that. He has big, rough
hands that would feel pretty good across my ass…
Good lord, Carly. Focus.
Wait. Does that count as focusing? I think it might.
“We’ll see,” I finally say, clearing my head of that momentary fog. “The point is,
whether your ego insists I’ll remember this tomorrow—”
“—Or not,” I continue, ignoring him. “As far as everyone else is concerned, it never has
and never will happen. Are we clear?”
“Crystal. Now, are you going to shut the hell up?”
“No. As a rule, I don’t shut up. Ever.”
Zeke steps forward, shutting the distance between us in less than three seconds. He lifts
his hand to my chin and cups it, dipping his handsome face down close to mine. “That’s fine. I
think I’ll prefer it when you’re screaming for more and calling me God.”
I raise both of my eyebrows. “I’m not going to call you God.”
“I guarantee you’ll feel differently when you’re having the best orgasm of your life.”
“That’s ambitious.” I’ve had some pretty good orgasms. Mostly battery-operated ones,
because they can’t cum, so they don’t have to stop.
Zeke circles his strong arm around my waist and yanks me right against him. The force
with which my body hits his makes me gasp, something that only makes his smirk a little
stronger. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Again,” I say, swallowing. “Ambitious.”
He lowers his face so the tip of his nose brushes mine and locks onto me with his gaze.
“The next time you talk, you’ll be screaming my name.”
I open my mouth to rebuke that ridiculous—yet hot—statement, but he’s quicker. He
drops his mouth to mine and takes my bottom lip between his. His teeth graze over the soft skin,
and an uncontrollable shiver rockets down my spine.
Dear god, he’s barely touched me and I want to whimper like a puppy wanting a belly
Except, of course, I want him to rub a whole lot more than my belly.
And do a whole lot more than rubbing while he’s at it too.
This is dumb. I know this. It’s dumber than dumb. It’s the most stupid idea in the history
of stupid ideas.
Hell on a Harley Davidson, I’ve lost my goddamn mind.
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