ONE NIGHT STAND
(Barnett Bulldogs #3)
It was just supposed to be a one-night stand…
I knew I was in trouble the moment he slid his brawny arm around me and pretended to be my boyfriend, scaring off the guy who refused to take no for an answer.
Now that we’re alone, I can't help but take a closer look at my rescuer. He’s drop dead gorgeous with hard muscles and colorful ink that decorates his arms.
He’s not my usual type.
What I can’t deny is the attraction that crackles in the air between us.
The hitch?
This guy can’t be more than twenty-two while I’m closing in on thirty.
Another problem—he’s still in college.
I shouldn’t just be walking away—I should be sprinting.
Unfortunately, I can’t bring myself to do that. Which is how I end up in his bed at the end of the night with him doing the dirtiest—er… Sorry, I’ve never been one to kiss and tell. Three orgasms later and I’m sneaking out of his apartment at the crack of dawn. There’s no way I’ll ever see him again because this was strictly a onetime deal.
We both agreed.
But you know what they say about best laid plans…
They never turn out the way you expect them to.
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