As I do, tires ripping over gravel fills my ears, but I don’t look up, still struggling, scooting myself a little further over to try to get my fingers on the cord. They try to keep their hands off each other, but that’s clearly not happening. They also try to keep it all in the sort-of-married-couple-with-benefits-with-an-expiration-date, but it starts to fall through because there was something there all along. As for the smut, Trilina remains unbeatable. She writes one of the best spice I've ever read. It's so deliciously detailed and, the best thing about it, not cringe at all. Seriously, some scenes will live rent-free in my head for a long time. The highlight of my Friday night slides down my body before looking up between the three of us, setting her eyes on me, then Nate, before landing on TJ as she grins. Come and get it, sweet thang,” he drawls from beside her, but something about how she’s corralled us in around her makes me impatient.

If I ever hit hard times and rob a casino, I’m doing it with her. She’s my Ocean’s Eleven…TJ would’ve already caved. I jerk my head toward my closet, not looking up from the screen as I text my lawyer, saying, “Tell Elvis to grab some clothes if he wants.” It was refreshing that both MCs were portrayed as players. Eleanor and Crew weren't trying to prevent themselves from falling in love with one another, but preventing themselves to lead the other on—and that dynamic alone was gold.I look up at Crew as we take the steps, but my eyes narrow because I just thought to myself—maybe he’s different. Gross. The smile on my face vanishes because I do just that. My mouth seals over hers, hands cradling her face.

A night of debauchery led to a drunken 'I do' in a chapel in Las Vegas and Eleanor tight the knot with Crew... A tired breath whooshes out as I shove the key card in, but it just beeps, and the little light goes from green to red. So, I jiggle the handle before trying again. But the same thing happens—green to red. I don’t know, Crew…TJ’s giving me movie reenactments. That’s a pretty amazing offer. How do I turn that down?” My tongue darts out, feeling a piece of lime left behind before I draw it into my mouth and smirk. Because she’s staring at my lips again. buddies, Eleanor and Millie hop on a plane to let loose in Vegas after all their hard work preparing to open their own salon. Drinks with the LV Raiders starting line is all fun and games until the boys get competitive. A drunken night of debauchery ends with Eleanor and Crew saying “I do.”

My entire stomach springs into view as I let go before fumbling through my bag for my sunglasses and slap them on my face. We make our way, arm in arm, laughing and talking too loud toward the bar at the far end of the outdoor area. Our bodies are still warm from the last time we were here downing shots. But that’s the fun of Vegas. Getting drunk and in the best kind of trouble. Is that a preview of what I should expect?” She steals my drink, blowing an errant hair from her face and taking a sip before adding, “Because pass. So disappointing. I had such high hopes for you at the club.”