Author: Jana Aston
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 6, 2016
My childhood was perfect.
I’ve led a charmed life, and I’m not going to blow it now by picking the wrong guy.
I’ve got my sights set on my brother’s best friend.
He’s known my family for years. He’s reliable and kind and handsome.
Sure, he’s been avoiding me since I was six.
I’m a bit aggressive for him, maybe.
But he’s the one… right?
RIGHT is a full-length standalone novel.
This novel features Everly, Sophie’s best friend from the novel Wrong.
Both books were written as standalones and can be read without the other.
GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29503237-right
"I'd be happy to slide my cock past those lips of yours. But not tonight."
"What? Why?" It comes out a little shocked, and, if I'm honest, whiny. Is he saying we're not having sex today? Because I really want it. I've been thinking about it all morning. Fine. All week.
"Relax, Boots. I'm still going to fuck you."
"Whew." I exhale a giant breath and he just glances over and shakes his head.
"Can I fuck you without a condom?"
"No way. But I'll suck you off without a condom. And I'll swallow."
"Hey, that's a good offer. I haven't swallowed since high school."
We're stopped at the light, making a left onto 22nd Street, and he glares at me.
I scrunch my nose and grimace. "But perhaps you didn't need to hear that."
"Oopsie." I shrug. "Anyway, why can't I suck your dick tonight? You're being unreasonable."
He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at me. We're on Market Street headed towards Penn Square and I wait while he pulls the car into the Ritz-Carlton garage, slides into his parking space and gives me his full attention. He puts his arm across my headrest and traces the shell of my ear with his fingers before speaking softly.
"Because I want to come inside of you, even if it's in a condom. And then I want to do it again. And again. I don't know if I can hold off a load for your throat until tomorrow."
I want to blow him in this car right now, but I'm guessing he's a few years past that stage in his life. Plus it's a very tiny car.
"What about you, Everly?"
"What about me what?" I ask, confused.
"Are you seeing anyone?" He looks over at me. "At school?"
Not successfully, I think to myself. "No, not right now. I'm kinda taking a break this semester."
"Taking a break," Eric repeats, glancing over at me. "That's not like you. At all."
I shrug. "It's exhausting."
"What's exhausting?" he asks, frowning.
"Um—" Breaking and entering, I think. But I can't tell him that. "You know, the whole 'does he like me' thing."
"If you have to wonder if a guy likes you, then he's not the right guy for you, Everly."
"Maybe it's more complicated than that."
"It's never more complicated than that."
"What man doesn't want a recording of himself banging his girlfriend? Every man wants that. Am I right?" I look to Sophie for confirmation.
"Sex tapes and anal. It's on every man's wish list."
I grunt. "Yeah, and I already told him I'm saving anal for marriage, so that's out."
"Wait, you've never had anal?" Sophie's eyes widen, her voice a whisper.
I glance at her face and slap my drink down on the counter. "You have?" I'm stunned.
She darts her eyes away from mine and then back, biting her lip and nodding, her face red.
"How is this possible? You were a virgin five minutes ago and you've already progressed to anal?" I shake my head. "Oh, my God. I'm an anal old maid." I drop my forehead into my hand with a slap, then sit up straight, my hands gripped around the counter's edge as I lean forward to get Sophie's attention. "Did you like it?"
Sophie clears her throat and glances around again, like someone is going to catch us discussing this and post about it on Facebook. "Yes," she whispers, then looks at the ceiling as if she can't meet my eyes while she admits it. "It's, um, good. I don't want to do it every day, but occasionally, yes, I like it."
"Huh," I say. "Well, then."
He's attractive, I'll give him that. If you go for tall, incredibly fit men with chiseled jaws and thick dark hair. Which no girl does, ever. It must suck to be him.
He grabs my stuff and leads me to a small silvery blue sports car—a Porsche, I note with a roll of my eyes. He holds the passenger door open for me before tossing my bag in the trunk.
I slide into the passenger seat of the low-slung car as the door thuds shut behind me and busy myself with the seatbelt, using the opportunity to watch him as he crosses the front of the car. His strides are confident, unhurried. The fingers of his left hand skim the hood before he rounds the headlight and reaches the driver's side door.
I suddenly feel uneasy, and I never feel uneasy.
This car is too small for the both of us. I'm annoyed at the idea of being cooped up inside the same ten square feet as him all the way to Philadelphia. I just met him twenty minutes ago. Why is he having this effect on me?
The door handle clicks and he's behind the wheel, the engine purring a second later. I watch him buckle himself in from the corner of my eye, but keep my head straight, my focus on my hands folded in my lap, until the silence goes on too long. He's staring at me, the car idling, apparently content to wait until he has my attention. I turn my head and meet his eyes. They're brown, another check mark completing tall, dark and handsome. They light up with amusement as he speaks, which unsettles me. Why?
"How can you possibly think Finn Camden is the right man for you?"
“Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Just deciding what I'm going to do with you first."
"Do with me?" I'm nervous now. I'm not sure I like the sound of that.
He nods, then runs a hand across his jaw, thinking. "Breeding role-play okay?"
"You're cool with video?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," I say, waving a hand dismissively. "But I'm open to trying whatever your thing is. Unless it's anal. I'm saving anal for marriage."
"Saving anal for marriage," he repeats back to me. "Is that an actual thing?" He's incredulous.
"It's a thing."
"I don't think that's a thing."
"Well, I think it's a thing and it's my ass."
"Fair." He nods. "Just out of curiosity, how do you see that playing out? Wedding night anal? Honeymoon anal? Or are you talking first anniversary anal?"
I twist my lips while I think. "Wedding night anal doesn't seem right, does it?" I scrunch my nose and tap my lip while I give this genuine reflection. "Post-honeymoon, pre-first anniversary seems like the anal sweet spot."
"Good to know. I'll make a note of it."
"You do that."
"Sorry, I had to buy you dinner," I explain while I unwrap half of my brat, like a burrito.
"Why's that?" he asks, taking a bite of his.
"My roommate insisted it's the polite thing to do before I fuck you." I say it just loud enough for him to hear. He clears his throat, mid chew, then swallows before speaking. A slow, sexy grin follows before he speaks.
"Will you call me in the morning?" His eyes flicker with amusement.
"No." I shake my head slowly. "I won't have left yet, as I'll be expecting you to make me breakfast after I bought you this expensive dinner"—I signal the brats—"and made you come."
He nods, and suddenly the mood changes from lighthearted to intense. His gaze on my face is all-consuming and the crowd of people and lights and noise is reduced to a dull buzz on the periphery of my mind. I like the way he looks at me, like he gets me. Like he wants more of me. Like I interest him.
He slides a hand around my lower back and bends closer. His breath brushes my ear and it sends a shiver through me. "I'd be happy to," he murmurs and then brushes one kiss on the skin behind my ear.
I'm wet. Like I'm gonna have to ditch these panties before he sees them wet. From a simple kiss. He didn't even say anything dirty, but my heart is racing.
I want him. Right now.
"It's so loud in here. Maybe we should go someplace quieter," I suggest. But I realize too late, as it's coming out of my mouth, that it's not too loud in here. In fact, I'd describe the sound level as distinctly subdued. Damn it, I can't take it back, I already said it. Maybe he hasn't noticed how quiet it is, so I add, "Don't you think?" in a whisper.
He has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. I'm watching him—he's physically rolled his lip inward to restrain himself.
"Everly?" He leans in closer, his voice soft, seductive.
"Did you want to be done talking now?"
I nod, relieved. "Yes." I sit up a little straighter, ready to grab my bag and hoof it out of here. He relaxes, sitting back in his chair. I stifle a groan.
"You're awfully anxious to get in my pants, Boots."
I slump back into the very comfortable chair and cross my arms, shrugging. "You might be terrible in bed," I admit.
He coughs and that turns into a laugh that he covers with his fist. "Might I?"
I nod, my mood serious. "You might."
"Your seduction techniques are something, Everly."
Oh, my God. He's not denying it. Maybe he has an erectile dysfunction. He's a premature ejaculator. Or he's got a micropenis. Or he's a eunuch. That'd be just my luck, wouldn't it? Wait, I could feel his erection this afternoon in his office. So scratch those last two worries. Still, so many possibilities. I've read articles.
"Do you take any medication?" I blurt out.
He tilts his head and looks at me, "No," he says, then shakes it slowly. "Do you?"
"Just the pill. But you're still wearing a condom. I'm not catching any babies from you." I shudder.
"Assuming I'm able to perform."
"Yes! Exactly!" Finally we're on the same page.
"Yet again, I never know what's going to come out of your mouth."
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Jana Aston is the New York Times bestselling author of WRONG.
She quit her super boring day job to whip up another book & is hoping that was not a stupid idea.
In her defense, it was a really boring job.
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