I’m not the type of girl who picks up a man on a rooftop bar. Not the kind of girl who lets a man’s hands roam my body, discovering I have no panties on. Never the girl who has hours’ worth of o’s from a smoking-hot one-night stand.
But Dominick makes it so easy to say yes. His body, his moves, and his oh-so-wicked tongue have me saying it over and over again.
Yes, please.
Yes, right there.
Yes,
more
.
He worships every inch of my body, and I’m still sore the next morning when I meet him again.
This time, he’s Mr. Dalton, a cutthroat entertainment lawyer. And he has a proposition for me.
Which presents one catastrophic problem—Dominick doesn’t date famous people.
Do I take a chance at becoming a Hollywood star, or do I pass up the opportunity to be with the man who gave me a taste of forever?