He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He fucked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?
Find out in The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee. We loved this unique romance and are so excited to share a Sneak Peek of this 99cent standalone!
There was just one issue:
He fucked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?
Find out in The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee. We loved this unique romance and are so excited to share a Sneak Peek of this 99cent standalone!
EXCERPT
I can’t stop staring. In sleep, he’s carefree with every feature smooth like he’s somewhere beautiful. I wonder if he styles his hair into that just-fucked ’do sometimes or if it always falls like this naturally. Now it drapes from the even planes of his forehead toward the pillow, and I want to pull my fingers through it.
Those lips. Are so sensual. They look like they can do crazy stuff to a girl, and guess what? I know firsthand, now, that they can make you lose your shit.
What happened last night is surreal. He was so sure, knew exactly what to do to me, and his body moved like some professional athlete’s.
This man has intrigued me since the first time I met him. Yes, he’s a stud, but he’s kind too. He’s caring. Add sensuality and mystery to his list, then top it off with the hunter instinct of a man who knows what he wants. I never stood a chance.
If I think about it too much, it’s scary as hell. But this morning, I just want to feel blissed out. I’m full of how he treated me last night. I’m crazy over him. In lust, crushing, in love, who knows. I guess I’m a little bit obsessed right now, which does nothing to suppress the impending doom in my chest.
As if he hears my thoughts, thick lashes flutter apart. Beneath, silver flecks seem to glow in the early morning light. I wonder if they’re his calm happiness spots, while the golden ones are his desire spots?
“Morning, girlfriend.” He groans contentedly and reaches for me with a hand that’s dusted with golden hairs. “How aren’t you in my arms?”
I smile and swallow my misgivings. “Because I went on an outing to your bathroom—impressive, by the way—and also, your bed is ginormous, and I move a lot in my sleep.”
“Funny.”
I love the sound of his voice. During the day, it’s rich, a midrange baritone. Now, I’m swooning over his morning voice, which is deeper and a little hoarse.
“Come here,” he says, lacing our fingers and hauling me in. “Cute shirt.” A quick kiss to my temple, and then he pulls me down so that I’m stretched out on top of him. His morning wood presses against my stomach. It instantly sets my body on fire. I actually hold my breath against an unseemly grunt.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. I dreamed about you.”
“You did?” Besides looking a little more awake, he doesn’t seem surprised. “Did I behave?”
No. Well, yeah. Depends on what you mean.
“You were being naughty.”
“Sounds like me.” He rubs himself lazily against me, and I can’t help pressing down toward him. With me wearing just a t-shirt, he could slide right inside me if he wanted to. I don’t know if I’d have the will power to stop him.
He cups my butt through the fabric and massages me. I close my eyes and sway with his touch. Hard muscle forms to my shifts, adding pressure and heat in the right moment, in the right places. It’s too perfect.
“Ciro, it’s like you were made for this. For, you know...”
“Fucking?”
“Well, I guess. Though I’d probably have chosen a different word.”
“We’re all made for it.” He punctuates by thrusting us together. “If we weren’t, we’d be extinct.”
“Silly. Everyone can do it, but not everyone looks like and performs and completes the act as if they were made for the sole purpose of making love.”
His arms glide up until he can cup my face and kiss me. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Is it?”
“Did you enjoy what we did last night?”
I bite my lip against the flashback to euphoria. “Yeah. Maybe too much.”
“I don’t believe you can enjoy something too much,” he murmurs so silkily. “Not if it doesn’t hurt anyone.”
Those lips. Are so sensual. They look like they can do crazy stuff to a girl, and guess what? I know firsthand, now, that they can make you lose your shit.
What happened last night is surreal. He was so sure, knew exactly what to do to me, and his body moved like some professional athlete’s.
This man has intrigued me since the first time I met him. Yes, he’s a stud, but he’s kind too. He’s caring. Add sensuality and mystery to his list, then top it off with the hunter instinct of a man who knows what he wants. I never stood a chance.
If I think about it too much, it’s scary as hell. But this morning, I just want to feel blissed out. I’m full of how he treated me last night. I’m crazy over him. In lust, crushing, in love, who knows. I guess I’m a little bit obsessed right now, which does nothing to suppress the impending doom in my chest.
As if he hears my thoughts, thick lashes flutter apart. Beneath, silver flecks seem to glow in the early morning light. I wonder if they’re his calm happiness spots, while the golden ones are his desire spots?
“Morning, girlfriend.” He groans contentedly and reaches for me with a hand that’s dusted with golden hairs. “How aren’t you in my arms?”
I smile and swallow my misgivings. “Because I went on an outing to your bathroom—impressive, by the way—and also, your bed is ginormous, and I move a lot in my sleep.”
“Funny.”
I love the sound of his voice. During the day, it’s rich, a midrange baritone. Now, I’m swooning over his morning voice, which is deeper and a little hoarse.
“Come here,” he says, lacing our fingers and hauling me in. “Cute shirt.” A quick kiss to my temple, and then he pulls me down so that I’m stretched out on top of him. His morning wood presses against my stomach. It instantly sets my body on fire. I actually hold my breath against an unseemly grunt.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. I dreamed about you.”
“You did?” Besides looking a little more awake, he doesn’t seem surprised. “Did I behave?”
No. Well, yeah. Depends on what you mean.
“You were being naughty.”
“Sounds like me.” He rubs himself lazily against me, and I can’t help pressing down toward him. With me wearing just a t-shirt, he could slide right inside me if he wanted to. I don’t know if I’d have the will power to stop him.
He cups my butt through the fabric and massages me. I close my eyes and sway with his touch. Hard muscle forms to my shifts, adding pressure and heat in the right moment, in the right places. It’s too perfect.
“Ciro, it’s like you were made for this. For, you know...”
“Fucking?”
“Well, I guess. Though I’d probably have chosen a different word.”
“We’re all made for it.” He punctuates by thrusting us together. “If we weren’t, we’d be extinct.”
“Silly. Everyone can do it, but not everyone looks like and performs and completes the act as if they were made for the sole purpose of making love.”
His arms glide up until he can cup my face and kiss me. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Is it?”
“Did you enjoy what we did last night?”
I bite my lip against the flashback to euphoria. “Yeah. Maybe too much.”
“I don’t believe you can enjoy something too much,” he murmurs so silkily. “Not if it doesn’t hurt anyone.”
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I guess I just forgot.
To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He fucked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?
I guess I just forgot.
To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He fucked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?
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