He’s so arrogant.
She’s so self-righteous.
I can’t stand him.
I want her.
He’s a distraction I don’t need.
She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.
Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.
She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.
Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?
“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”
Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”
She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.
“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”
Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.
I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”
It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.
Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.
The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.
She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up.
“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”
She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”
“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”
“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”
I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”
She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”
I’m shocked when she listens.
Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”
Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.
I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”
I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.
Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.
I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.
With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.
That’s not going to work for me.
“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.
Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.
“With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”
Review (5 Stars)
*** I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review!***
This book had a LOT going on! Staying true to other books I have read by this author, she likes to pack a punch and she does NOT hold back! This book had it all-intrigue, passion, laugh out loud moments, gut wrenching flashbacks and a well thought and executed story line. I thoroughly enjoyed this story!
I really liked Justine. She was smart, strong, loyal, hardworking, passionate, vulnerable, and a take no prisoners kind of woman! She was not afraid to put Ryker in his place. She was also very determined to make it through law school no matter what it took. I admire heroines who have goals and pursue them even when they are met with a lot of resistance and some hardcore interference. Justine has had an incredibly difficult life. Nothing was ever given to her. She had to fight hard for everything that she accomplished, and that sometimes made her come off a bit too hard to other people. She learned at an early age that you couldn’t count on most people, and so she did what she had to do to succeed. Even though she was fiercely attracted to Ryker, she felt that she was just going to end up as another notch on his bed post so she never gave him a chance. But Ryker surprised her by being much deeper than she ever could have anticipated.
Ryker made women stupid-he was that sexy and charming. He’s had his fair share of women who threw themselves at him with just one smirk, and sometimes it was about the challenge, but Justine was in a category all her own. She didn’t fit in to any of the molds that other women did. It wasn’t just her looks that drew him in, but also her intelligence and confidence. Ryker had to work hard to earn every inch with Justine. He wasn’t above using her sexual frustration and desires against her-he did have an arsenal after all.
I liked that this story dealt with a lot of mor and ethical dilemmas. Both Justine and Ryker had some really serious secrets that they were keeping. Secrets so powerful that if they got out it could change their futures. These were slowly revealed over time, and just when you think you had seen the last of them something even bigger came out. This book definitely kept me guessing. The story took turns I never saw coming, and as a voracious reader, I love books like that. It’s no fun reading a story where you have the whole plot figured out in five minutes-even if you do like the characters.
This book just ticked all my boxes for me. I loved the witty banter, the dirty talk, the sexy times, the funny sidekicks and the suspense of figuring out what was really going on behind the scenes. If you enjoy books that make you think then this book is right up your alley. The writing was fresh, the characters engaging and delightful, and the ending was perfect!
The only thing I wish I would have seen was a certain person get their comeuppance. I wanted to experience that part of the story
rather than guess if it happened or not for sure. Overall, though, this was a fantastic read that I HIGHLY recommend!!! You won’t be disappointed!
Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at email@example.com.