Crazy, Stupid Sex. Maisey Yates

was. Since before her body had become conditioned to expect the buildup to be better than the finale.

      “I might like it if you shocked me a little,” she said. She wasn’t sure if she’d said the words loud enough. It was hard to hear over the traffic. Even harder over the pounding of her heart.

      “How shocked do you want to be?” he asked, his voice husky, low.

      “Well, this would be one of those one night things, right?” she asked.

      “That’s all I do.”

      “Okay then. So if it’s one night—” she looked up, met his eyes in the darkened car, and playing hard to get was completely forgotten “—then you’d better make sure I never forget it.”

      He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I think I can handle that.”