LOUISE'S PROBLEM: She got engaged to prove her parents were wrong about her but after she promised to introduce them to him, he calls things off. Now she needs someone to pretend to be the fiancé she thought she had.
TITUS'S PROBLEM: He's been in love with Lou from the moment they met and doesn't want to just pretend to be his best friend's fiancé. So now he has a weekend to turn their fake engagement into real love.
Too bad Lou's ex shows up at her family's estate trying to win her back. He’s rich, the quarterback at their university, and from an old southern family. Of course her parents fall in love with him. What is Titus's good looks and small-town charm compared to that?
Will Lou’s manipulative family keep them apart? Or, will the secret Titus discovers about himself bring the two together?
Who here is not what they seem? And can Lou and Titus live happily ever after in this twisting story, crackling with humor and steam?
For readers who love sports romances by Ilsa Madden-Mills and L. J. Shen.
Note: This book is a part of the author's 'Love is Love Collection', meaning that it is available as a spicy romance in 'My Best Friend', a wholesome romance in 'I Don’t Date My Best Friend', a steamy wolf shifter romance in ‘My Mate’s Curse’, and a Male/Male romance in 'Best Friend Trouble'.
“Roll over,” he said ordering me onto my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I asked open to anything.
“I’m gonna give you a massage.”
“Yes, please,” I said with a smile.
With my head turned to the side, I watched as Titus climbed on top of me. He sat on my ass and pushed his large hands across my back. His two hands spanned the whole thing at once. I felt small in his grasp. The feeling took my breath away.
“How’s that?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I chirped terrified he would. “No,” I repeated calmer. “It feels good.”
Titus’s fingertips pushed into my muscles relaxing them. My thoughts swirled bathed in the sensation.
Losing myself, I felt his hands find the bottom of my shirt. His fingers touched my flesh. It was electric. I struggled to breathe.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop,” I begged.
He didn’t. Pushing his hand up my back, he lifted my shirt higher and higher. Finding my sports bra, he pushed his fingertips under the edge of it.
“Don’t stop,” I repeated.
When my shirt and bra pressed against my neck, he pulled them off of me. With his hands sliding against the back of my arms, he leaned down and kissed my back.
His was a trail of kisses. Each delicate and seductive.
Finding the canal of muscle down my spine, his lips entered. Spilling onto my lower back, they slowly climbed the gentle slope towards my ass.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked breathlessly.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said offering him the final permission he would need before I lifted my hips and he reached under me unbuttoning my pants.
I was aroused, very aroused. His hand discovered it. Caressing my mound through my pants, his hand returned when my pants were off.