His Best Friend's Older Sister (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 59,680
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Finance whiz Emily Branson is afraid of relationships. But when she sees how happy love makes her younger brother, she wants to try dating again. However, there’s another hurdle. Although she wants sex, she hasn’t enjoyed it in the past, and she’s embarrassed by her horrible acne and birthmark.

Solution? Get her brother’s best friend to teach her how to have fun in the bedroom.

Construction supervisor Jay Cheng likes to go out and have a good time. He’s not interested in commitment. Emily’s idea sounds crazy, but he won’t turn down the first girl he ever wanted, as long as his best friend never finds out.

Overcoming Emily’s discomfort with revealing her skin and trusting someone proves harder than anticipated, though it ultimately leads to some very sexy role-playing. It feels like they’re becoming closer—and not just physically.

But neither of them planned for this to turn into anything more...

His Best Friend's Older Sister (MF)
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His Best Friend's Older Sister (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 59,680
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An hour later, Emily watched Jay finally leave the dance floor and head out the back door to the balcony.

A minute later, she followed him.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his forearms resting on the railing as he looked out at the dark golf course. There was a casual elegance about him.

It was just the two of them. Surprising, since it was such a lovely night, that no one else was outside.

“I take it you’re here because your parents are dancing to ‘SexyBack,’” she said.

He nodded, not turning his head toward her. “If my parents just swayed in the corner, I wouldn’t mind, but they’re displaying a shocking amount of enthusiasm for Justin Timberlake. It’s a horror show. They love embarrassing me and Chelsea.”

Emily smiled and leaned forward on the railing next to him.

“But that’s not the only reason I’m out here,” he said.

They looked at each other at the same time. Her skin heated and prickled under his gaze. Uncomfortable, but also exhilarating. She wanted to hold on to this unfamiliar sensation.

“What’s the other reason?” she asked softly.

“I think you know, Em.”

Only her brothers called her that. And Jay, apparently. She’d known him for a long, long time.

But not like this.

“I’m keeping myself away from what I can’t have,” he said.

Her breath caught. She couldn’t deny that it was thrilling to see a man tortured over her. She didn’t think it had ever happened before.

Emily covered his hand with hers. For her, that was a bold mood.

“Don’t,” he said.

But his protest was feeble, and he didn’t move away.

Awareness thrummed through her body as the quiet of the golf course spread out before them and music seeped through the doors behind them. “SexyBack” was over. Now it was a hip-hop song she didn’t know.

She’d told Liz that she didn’t want a hook-up.

But for the first time, she wanted—desperately—to have a one-night stand. She ached to be as close to Jay as possible, to run her fingers over his skin and feel his breath on her neck. To feel him at her entrance. She ached to be consumed by the physical act, when he pushed inside and filled her.

“You can have me,” she whispered.

Please, please have me.

He jerked his head. “You’re Nick’s sister.”

“We’re adults who want the same thing. He doesn’t have to know.”

“I won’t be able to look him in the eye after I’ve fucked his sister.”

Emily breathed in sharply. She wondered if his language was supposed to put her off. But it had done the opposite.

“Christ,” he muttered.

His hands gripped the railing, and he didn’t say anything more.

She shouldn’t keep pushing. She’d made herself clear, and now she was starting to feel embarrassed about that.

“Okay.” She forced herself to smile. “We don’t need to speak of it again.”

“Why do you want this? It isn’t like you.”

You hardly know who I’ve become.

But he was right.

Emily was a numbers girl who liked to solve problems and think things through. This primal desire that had sunk into her skin tonight and came to life whenever he was near—this wasn’t like her at all. But she couldn’t help it.

And it would be different than a regular one-night stand, different than it would be with a man she’d just met at a bar or a party. It would be with someone she knew and trusted.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “I didn’t get to be young and carefree and…well…I thought it would be fun. With you. That’s all.”

She turned away, but he wrapped his hand around her upper arm before she could head inside.

“Midnight,” he said, his voice low. “That’s when it ends. We’ll take a cab together, and I’ll say I’m making sure you get home safely. I doubt anyone will be suspicious.”


Her heart beat frantically. This was going to happen.

His fingers dug into her skin. “One night. Nothing more. One very long night. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

“Yes.” Her voice sounded strange and breathy.

“All right.” He released her. “I’m going to head back in and hope my parents have gotten off the dance floor.”

Emily stayed outside for a few more minutes, all alone, waiting for midnight like she was in a fairy tale.

But this was no fairy tale.

It was just sex.

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