by E.M. Denning
Ashley Hartman has always been child free by choice. It2527s a decision her first husband knew about when they met and it2527s the same decision that tore them apart years later. Now a thirty-six-year-old divorcee with an overly opinionated best friend and a career she no longer wants, Ashley is trying to move on with her life.
Liam White swaggers his way up her driveway and into her life a year after her swift and brutal divorce. Though he2527s twelve years younger than her, their friendship is instantaneous and it2527s not long before she hires him to finish the renovations on her house.
Their relationship quickly explodes into something neither of them expected. As Ashley starts to let herself believe she could have a second chance at happiness, everything goes sideways.

Ashley woke before Liam the next morning, or at least she thought she did. When she went to slide out of bed, an arm shot out and wrapped around her and he pulled her in close to him. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent as she relaxed against him.
“What time is it?” He mumbled as his hand started to roam her body.
“It2527s a little after eight.” She grabbed his hand and held it still, then brought it to her lips and she kissed his knuckles. “I2527m too sore, Liam.” She whispered, then laughed as he heaved a sigh and relaxed.
“Damn. There go my plans for the morning.”
“You already had plans for the morning.”
“Did I?” Liam buried his face in the back of her neck and sighed. “I think I2527d like to stay here all day, just like this.”
“As nice as that would be, don2527t we have some renovations to finish?”
Liam groaned. “Can2527t I call in sick?”
“Your boss would find out.”
“Do you think she2527d fire me?”
“Not likely.”
“Do you think she2527d spank me?”
Ashley2527s cheeks flushed, and she grinned. “Maybe.”
“Mmm. Calling in sick is sounding better and better. I won2527t get fired and I might get a spanking.”
Ashley scooted to the edge of the bed, but yelped, then giggled when Liam quickly recaptured her. She struggled for a moment, but soon Liam had slid on top of her and had her wrists pinned to the mattress.
“We need to get to work, Liam. There2527s so much to do.”
“Are you sure you2527re too sore? Because you2527re sort of hot when you wake up naked in my bed. I can2527t help it.” He bent down and kissed the side of her neck.
Despite how sore she was, her body responded to his touch, to the way his hands pinned her wrists. He was powerful, yet gentle. His kisses were soft and his cock was stiff as it pressed against her. The only part of her body that wanted nothing to do with him was her stomach, which chose that moment to growl.
Liam laughed and let her go. He flopped down onto his back and shut his eyes. “Okay. Give me ten minutes to grab a cold shower and we2527ll grab breakfast before we start.”
“Do you mind if I borrow something to wear?”
Liam sat up and climbed out of bed. “My clothes will be a little big on you.”
“Yes, but I don2527t want to go home wearing my dress from last night, and you still have my thong.”
“I2527m not giving it back, either.” Liam reached into his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants and tossed them to Ashley. “Here. You2527ll look hot in these.”
Ashley examined the oversize shirt that was covered in swear words. He2527d paired it with a pair of pajama pants that were covered in ninja turtles. “I2527m not sure hot is the right word to describe this outfit.”
“Are you kidding me? When girls wear their man2527s clothing, it makes them ten times more fuckable. It2527s hot. Trust me.”

E. M. Denning is a writer from British Columbia. She loves her family and her animals and anything cute and fuzzy. She was born a hopeless romantic and when she2527s not writing romance, she2527s probably reading it. She loves love.
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