One Night Stand

<p><em>Bye-bye hot tattoo guy. May we never meet again.</em></p><p><br></p><p>From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy new adult college sports romance.</p><p><br></p><p><em>Liam</em></p><p><br></p><p>The moment she stepped foot through the door she was on my radar. How could she not be? The woman is absolutely gorgeous. Thick inky black hair and a sweetly curved body. Although I have to admit this hole-in-the-wall dive bar doesn't exactly seem like her scene.</p><p><br></p><p>For one she's wearing too much clothing.</p><p><br></p><p>Two she's shooting down every guy that sniffs around her table like it's her sole mission in life. Casualties are scattered across the beer-stained floor as we speak.</p><p><br></p><p>And three my guess is that she's a little older than the usual college-aged crowd that hangs out here looking for a hookup to stumble home with at the end of the night.</p><p><br></p><p>After a careful assessment of the situation my current plan of action is to keep my sights firmly locked on the target as I bide my time nursing a beer. Luckily it doesn't take long for some drunken idiot to give me the perfect opportunity to step in and run interference.</p><p><br></p><p><em>Gia</em></p><p><br></p><p>The moment he slides his muscular arm around my body and pretends to be my boyfriend I know I'm in trouble. But inviting the guy I can't shake loose home with us for a threesome?</p><p><br></p><p>Yep I'm done for.</p><p><br></p><p>Especially when the guy in question-the one who can't seem to take no for an answer-practically sprints away as if the hounds of hell are nipping at his heels. A handsome face ripped muscles and colorful ink decorating your arms will get you a second look. Being sexy funny and intuitive are what end up sealing the deal.</p><p><br></p><p>He wants to buy me a drink. I'm tempted to let him. My insides are pinging like crazy and I can't remember the last time that happened.</p><p><br></p><p>But he's young. <em>Too young.</em></p><p><br></p><p>If I were smart I'd walk away and forget about him. But I can't bring myself to do that. Which is exactly how I end up in his bed at the end of the night with him doing the most delightfully wicked-er...sorry I'm not one to kiss and tell. Three orgasms later and I'm sneaking out of his apartment at the crack of dawn.</p><p><br></p><p>I know I'll never see him again because this was strictly a one-time deal.</p><p><br></p><p>We agreed. But you know what they say about best laid plans...</p><p><br></p><p>They never quite work out the way you expect them to.</p>