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While this isn’t my favorite aspect of BDSM, Becca Jameson draws me in every time.
Rewarding Avery is loosely related to her Surrender Series, which I admit has become a favorite of mine.
As the books opens, Avery is about to go yell at her neighbor for mowing her lawn, but not before she ogles his physique. Now Andrew is only being neighborly but he’s not going to let Avery get away with yelling at him again. He’s gonna ask her out, well kind of.
This is a favorite scene.
Andrew chuckles. On top of everything else annoying about him, I now have to add that he has the confidence of a much older man.
And then another thought comes to mind and I swallow, my face draining of all color. “Are you making fun of me?”
He flinches, his eyes narrowing. He steps closer, shortening the distance between us. Thank goodness there’s a wooden railing around my deck that keeps him from stepping all the way into my space. He sets his hands on it though, and leans toward me, leaving only a foot or so between us.
He’s not laughing. His expression is dead serious. “I would never make fun of you, Avery. Why would you think that? I’ve lived next door to you for two years. I’ve watched you come and go hundreds of times. I’ve wanted to ask you out for most of that time, and suddenly now I’ve decided to go for it. What the hell?”
My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out.
“There’s a lightness about you. You’re a free spirit. I love the way you smile and giggle when you don’t think anyone is looking. That cute little wave you give me when you climb into your lime-green car stops me in my tracks every time.”
I swallow, but he’s not done.
“You’re obviously young at heart, and I’d bet money you’re fun to be with when you’re not growling about letting someone help you with your lawn.” One corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smile. “So yeah. I’m asking you out. Please say yes so I won’t feel like a fool for laying it all on the line here.”
“As a heart attack.” He’s white-knuckling the wooden railing.
Holy shit. Holy. Shit.
Finally, he lifts up a hand. “How about this? You make me dinner tonight and spend two hours with me. If you don’t want to go out in public with me and take that kind of risk afterward, I won’t ask you again.”
“You think I wouldn’t want to be seen in public with you?”
He shrugs, his brows lifting as if to say, what else am I supposed to think?
“You…” I lick my lips. “You’re like a chiseled statue of male perfection. I don’t know why you don’t have a different date every night of the week. The fact that you notice when I go out and when I don’t tells me you’re home to see that sort of thing.” I narrow my gaze. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
He gives me a slow smile. If I’m not mistaken, his tanned skin flushes. “Women who hit on me at the gym or wherever tend to be extremely shallow, Avery. I grew tired of being pawed at like some sort of sex object about a decade ago.
“You, on the other hand, don’t strike me as shallow at all. You’re a breath of fresh air. Like I said, a free spirit. Happy. Comfortable in your skin. And…if I’m a quote ‘chiseled statue of male perfection’ then I’ll raise you that and say that you’re a beautiful porcelain doll who’s probably too sweet and naïve for her own good.
“I bet you know exactly what I’m talking about when I say women can be shallow. Men are shallow too. With that blond hair, those pale blue eyes, and that smokin’ hot body, I’m sure you’ve been on the receiving end of more annoying catcalls than you can count.”
I’ve suddenly lost the ability to make use of the English language.
I’m struck dumb and still blinking at him when he shoves off my railing. “I’ll be here at six. I don’t have any food allergies.” He starts to walk away and then tosses over his shoulder. “And, for the record, I do eat cookies and brownies.”
I watch him as he pushes his mower toward the shed behind his side of the condo, every muscle flexing, sweat soaking the back of his shirt in a line down his spine. His thick brown hair is ruffled and messy. He hasn’t shaved today, and his twenty-four-hours-after-shaving look makes my knees wobbly.
What the hell just happened?
This man just steamed-rolled right over me.
Dinner? Now, I have to cook for him and make dessert?
While he’s in his shed, I spin around and rush back into my kitchen, shutting the door and leaning against it while I try to catch my breath.
This can’t be happening. I don’t date men like Andrew. Hell, I don’t date men at all. I play with men at Surrender or one of the other clubs in the area on Friday nights in order to shed some of the previous week’s stress, but I don’t date them.
Becca Jameson. Rewarding Avery (Kindle Locations 75-109). Kindle Edition.
Dinner leads to conversations about other things and everything heats up really quick.
Very Hot, very sensual and definitely not for the faint of heart.
5 Contented Purrs for Becca!
Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.
During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!
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