I am so excited to be apart of the blog tourfor Ann Aguirre's I WANT IT THAT WAY! I WANT IT THAT WAY is a New Adult contemporary romance and is the first book in the 2B Trilogy Series, published by Harlequin HQN Enjoy!
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Excerpt
“I think you might entertain me for a while,” I said, trying for a flirty look.
The relief in his gaze told me I’d struck the right note. Yeah, your good friend Nadia
just wants to objectify you sexually. No scary emotions here. If he knew how I really
felt, he’d probably break the world speed record running away.
“Likewise.”
“I hate to make you feel used, but I should probably get home. It’s late.”
He hugged me hard before helping me to my feet. “It’s a tough life, but I’ll think of
you while I’m shame-weeping. Where are your clothes?”
“Bathroom.”
Ty fetched them quietly, and I shivered as I wriggled into still-damp jeans. He made
it really hard to finish getting dressed because he kept trying to peek inside the
shirt I was wearing, his shirt, and it was both frustrating and sexy as hell. By the
time I got my jacket and boots on, I was ready to fool around some more. So I rose
up on tiptoes, gave him a scorching kiss and let myself out of his apartment to the
gratifying sound of Ty cursing.
I probably radiated the just fucked vibe, so thank God Max was the only person
home, and he barely glanced at me. Angus and Lauren would’ve given me the third
degree, and I’d bet Max would’ve paid more attention, had Lauren come home
looking the same way. In the bedroom, I confirmed it. Yep, sex hair, swollen lips, wow,
he marked my neck behind my ear.
A little shiver went through me.
I took a shower, imagining how it would be with Ty, all wet, steamy nakedness, and
then sex afterward in a warm bed. For us, those moments were likely to be few and
far between. As I stepped out of the tub, I realized they’d be confined to the end of
the month. Otherwise, any time we snatched would feel sneaky and furtive. And
maybe that would be hot under some conditions, but trying not to get caught by a
four-year-old was not one of those scenarios. Plus, my turn-on was watching, not
getting caught in the act.
I wrapped a towel around me and opened the bathroom door in time to hear my
phone buzzing away. Digging it out of my purse, I already had a message from Ty. A
pic, too. My breath caught as I opened it. He wasn’t pervy enough to send me a close-
up of his junk, but I got one of his soapy chest, droplets of water on the phone when
up of his junk, but I got one of his soapy chest, droplets of water on the phone when
he took it. Hot as hell. He must’ve taken this in the shower.
The text read,
Wish you were here.

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