by Neve Wilder
I nosed the car into a parking spot in the garage beneath our apartment, then got out and opened the door for Cole. The corners of his lips tipped up as I extended my hand to him. “What’s that look for?”
“Remember when I broke my ankle junior year?” Cole slid his hand into mine. “And you brought me every video game you had from home and texted me five billion times a day to make sure I was doing everything the doctor said.”
“I went a little overboard,” I agreed. I’d worried about Cole incessantly because he’d been nervous he’d miss too much school and frustrated over the early end to his soccer season after he’d practiced all summer to get better.
I slammed the door behind him and clicked my key fob to lock it, then turned to head toward the elevators. But Cole didn’t move. The pressure of his grip on my hand swiveled me back around to face him.
“I liked it then, and I like it now.” He stepped closer, running the tip of his nose along my collarbone. “How you’re always considering me, always thinking about what I might want or need. I don’t think I’ve ever really had that with anyone else before. But I’m glad it’s you.”
My breath caught in my chest as Cole tipped his chin up and met my eyes. It still blew my mind that I got to look into those baby blues as often as I wanted now, and there was never a day I took it for granted. I ran a thumb over his cheekbone, and Cole’s expression softened for just a moment before he brushed his lips over mine and asked in a too sweet voice, “Would you like your handkerchief back now?”
Caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to throttle him, I kissed him again, instead, then snatched my handkerchief back and jerked my head toward the elevators. “Get inside, you brat. I’ve got devious plans.”
He grinned. “Is it going to be a long night?”
“Very.” I assured him, knowing that in the morning that followed, there would be Cole wrapped around me, croissants from Chester’s, the promise of a lazy Sunday ahead of us. And, inside the filter basket of the Mr. Coffee machine, which he still bitched about constantly, a platinum band awaiting him.
—The End—
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Afterword
Thanks again for giving this title a chance. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for the other books in the Ace’s Wild series.
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In case you missed it, Ace’s Wild is a multi-author series of books that take place in the same fictional town. Each story can be read in any order. The connecting element in the Ace’s Wild series is an adult store owned by Ace and Wilder. The main characters from each book will make at least one visit to Ace’s Wild, where they’ll buy a toy to use in their story! The only characters who crossover to each book are Ace and Wilder. And with various heat and kink levels, there’s sure to be something for everyone!
About Neve Wilder
Neve Wilder lives in the South, where the summers are hot and the winters are...sometimes cold.
She reads promiscuously, across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. Down and dirty scorchers? Yes. And every flavor in between.
She believes David Bowie was the sexiest musician to ever live, and she's always game to nerd out on anything from music to writing.
And finally, she believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.
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