Accidentally on Purpose (Heartbreaker Bay #3)(88)

She grinned and kissed him, a really great kiss, a deep, soul searching, body tingly, brain cell destroying kiss. “Say it again,” she whispered.

He rolled to his back, pulling her over top of him, tugging her face to his. “You’re the boss.” He grinned. “For this one last day.”

This made her laugh. “Just one more day? That’s it? Then you’re going to take a turn?”

“Yeah, then I’m taking my turn. Make it count, Elle.”

She kissed him with such tenderness it made his heart feel like it might burst from his chest. Fisting a hand in her hair, he kissed her back with everything he had, adding a little nip of his teeth and then a glide of his tongue to soothe the ache.

She laughed softly as she straddled him and rubbed up against him until he couldn’t laugh. Hell, he couldn’t breathe. All he could do was hold on and try to show her with his body how much he loved her. He reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. “We’ll double up for now, at least until we figure out the high-chair dilemma,” he said, lifting up to press a kiss over her heart. Then he turned his head slightly and kissed her breast, lingering until she sucked in a breath.

“I love you, Archer,” she whispered and sank over him until he was deep inside her.

Flooded with intense pleasure as he rocked up into her, he gripped her tight, almost unable to believe they were finally here, in this very spot, doing what he’d dreamed about every night for years. “Fuck, Elle.”

“Yes, please.”

With a choked groan, he slid his hands into her hair, holding her head so that she couldn’t look away as they began to move against each other. He began to drown in her eyes and he reared up to nip at her full bottom lip, taking control, making her melt into him as he buried himself into her over and over, holding her gaze in his, seeing everything she felt for him. He groaned her name, which sent her into a shattering orgasm. She was still shuddering when he thrust into her one last time and followed her over.

When she caught her breath she lifted her face from the crook of his neck. “I do have one last demand.”

“Anything,” he said, and he meant it. At that moment he’d have signed over everything he had to her, everything he would ever have.

“Love me,” she whispered.

“Forever, Elle.”





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Chapter 1




I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.

—From the mixed-up files of Tilly Adams’s journal



Here was the thing: Life sucked if you let it. Quinn Wellers worked really hard to not let it. Caffeine helped. For up to thirty-eight blissful minutes it could sometimes even trick her into thinking she was in a good mood. She knew this because it took forty-eight minutes to get from her favorite coffee shop through LA rush hour traffic to work and those last ten minutes were never good.

That afternoon, she got into line for her fix as always and studied the menu on the wall even though in the past two years she’d never strayed from her usual.

A woman got in line behind her. “Now that’s a nice look on you,” she said.

Quinn looked at her. It was Carolyn, a woman she’d seen maybe three times in her life, all right here in line at the coffee shop. “Excuse me?”

“The smile,” Carolyn said. “I like it.”

Quinn didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. She smiled all the time. Didn’t she? Okay, so maybe she forgot to smile lately. “I’m pretty desperate for the caffeine today,” she said.

“Nectar of the gods,” Carolyn said conversationally. Something about her reminded Quinn of an elementary school teacher with her gray streaked hair pulled back in a messy bun, the glasses perpetually slipping down her nose, expression dialed into sweet but slightly harried. “You’re up,” she told Quinn, gesturing to the front counter.

Trev, the carefully tousled barista behind the counter winked at her. “Hey, darlin’,” he said warmly, hands working at the speed of light while the rest of him seemed chilled and relaxed. The LA beach bum slash aspiring actor forced to work to support his surfing habit. “How you doing?”

“Good,” Quinn said automatically. And hey, she didn’t like to brag but she’d totally gotten out of bed today. “How did your audition go?”

“Got the part.” Trev beamed. “You’re looking at the best fake Thai delivery guy who ever lived. I think you’re my good luck charm. Say you’ll finally go out with me.”

Quinn smiled—see, she totally did smile!—and shook her head. “I’m off dating right now.”

He said the words in perfect sync along with her and shook his head. “You’re too young to be in a rut, you know that, right?”