E.M. Lindsey

“And anyway, if I had forgiven her, I wouldn’t have met you, would I? And then what kind of honeymoon would I be having?”

Oliver had no idea what to say to that, but he was resolved right then to give Victor the best fucking night of his life.

“Did I do something?”

“I didn’t like when you called him darling.” His voice was lower than it had been and gruff. It was possessive, which made Oliver shiver all over. And it was wrong because neither of them had any business crossing that line.

But Oliver wanted more.