Sunday Snog ~ Must Be Doing Something Right by Wendi Zwaduk


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Now for my snog. Must Be Doing Something Right is the second in the untitled Crestline, Ohio series. I never got around to actually naming the series, but this is one of the books set in that world. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Must Be Doing Something Right 472902

Wendi Zwaduk

M/F, Voyeurism

Totally Bound

Short Story

If she can open her heart, she’ll find he’s her naughtiest dream come true. Being mischievous with him is exactly what she needs.

Nate Waterford knows exactly who he wants in his bed and his heart, but he’s on guard. When women find out his profession, they see dollar signs. He’s been hurt by gold diggers and he’s not about to fall in love – until he sees Courteney. She’s his fantasy come to life and once he gets her in his arms, he’ll be damned before he considers letting her go. Unless she tells him to go to hell first…

Despite her success as a fledgling romance author, Courteney Bennett’s had her share of bad relationships. She’s attracted to her best guy friend, Nate, and she’s not ready to throw a friendship away for one night of passion – even if his idea of desire puts the hottest scenes in her erotica stories to shame.

Is her heart a fair price to pay for an evening to remember or will it be the biggest mistake of her life?

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Now for that snog!! It’s a tad long, but worth the read!

Behind her, the door creaked open and snicked shut. From the corner of her eye, she saw Nate inch towards her. The chill surrounding her body shifted to fever in an instant.

Damn, the towering man knew how to knock her off-kilter without laying a hand on her. But he was her best guy friend and so very off-limits, even if he personified the hero in her most recent novella. Of course, she portrayed the heroine, and together they played out every one of her darkest fantasies. But lately, the lines between reality and fantasy blurred. Each time she saw Nate, she bit her tongue to keep her true feelings at bay.

Forcing her gaze back to the scene beyond the window, she nibbled her bottom lip. If Nate came closer, if she caught the scent of his woodsy cologne and he put his hands on her, she’d succumb to her desires. The sex show in the parking lot had her sexual organs flared. Her inner voyeur could only take so much stimulation.

A split-second later, Nate’s breath warmed the back of her neck. So he personified sexy…lots of guys looked hot. Nate knew her better than anyone, but she wanted a forever man, not a one-night-stand. He rarely dated a woman twice. Could friends make good, lasting lovers, especially if she already loved him?

His large hand draped over her shoulder. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and twined their fingers into his. “He’s a fool for letting me go to be with a sleaze like Amber, but then again, maybe they deserve each other.”

“True.” He wrapped his free arm tight around her. “Sex under a streetlight is risky. You never know who’s watching.” He propped his chin on the top of her head. “Not that I know about such childish behaviour.”

“Uh-huh.” She snorted. “And I’m a twenty-seven-year-old virgin.”

“Then I guess we both have secrets to hide.” As he rubbed his cheek over her hair, he chuckled. “How do you feel about this? I think it’s pretty good material for your next short story.”

Her heart pounded behind her ribs. ‘This’, meaning her ex and another woman having sex, or ‘this’, meaning her reaction to Nate being close, yet so out of bounds? “Seeing Byron screwing around with someone else doesn’t bother me. Hell, that’s how I found him the day we split.” Smoothing her left hand over their intertwined fingers, she caressed his knuckles. “I can probably turn this into something, but…” she trailed off, afraid to say more.

What if Nate learned her true desires?

As he leant back, he unwound his arm and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. His emerald gaze raked over her profile. She clenched her jaw. If he’d just talk, she could disarm him with a joke or a snappy comeback. But did she want to? The idea of getting lost in his embrace wound through her brain. What would it feel like to make love to Nate? She bit the inside of her cheek to rein in her raging hormones.

“You like to watch.”

Her breath caught in her throat. He knew her fetish—one of them. Forget his one-night stands for now. Ignore his tendency to flaunt his sexual prowess. Liquid lust pooled low in her belly and soaked her panties. She might as well jump in head first and clue him in on more. “I do.”

She placed his left palm on her breast to relieve the delicious ache. She squirmed in his arms. Men like Nate didn’t fall for women like her, but she refused to think about the severity of the situation. If the light of the morning sun reflected the poor judgement of their behaviour, she’d deal with it. For now, she’d relish in the heat of his arms.

As his smooth lips danced over her earlobe, she shivered. His mouth should’ve been labelled as a registered weapon.

“Then watch and let me make you feel good.” He nipped her neck, sending a fever crashing through her system. His husky voice warmed her to the core. “I like to watch, too.”

Rational thought left her brain. She wanted—no, needed—to feel. She backed into him, rubbing her ass over the bulge in his jeans. A ripple of lust surged through her veins. If she moved a little to the side, his cock would touch right where she wanted him.

Nate’s long fingers pinched and plucked her nipple through the fabric of her bra and tunic. A sigh escaped her lips. If she gave him free rein, she’d find heaven in his arms.

With each cry echoing from the parking lot, Courteney’s control splintered. She didn’t want to watch any longer. She wanted to participate—with Nate.

“Ever made love on the boss’s desk?


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