𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡?
Ninni lives for pranking the crap out of K-Pop.
She’d do it with him 24/7—sorry: do it 𝘵𝘰 him.
As in prank him.
Yep, their thing has everything to do with pranks.
Nothing to do with an insanity-in-a-bucket attraction.
It’s not like he’s drop-dead gorgeous and has infinite charisma or anything.
His brain isn’t Donald Duck, Einstein, and Shakespeare in one mischievous swirl either.
Nope! The girls of Blossom Field Avenue #246 and the Dudes of #247 are at prank war.
The Dudes are about to get upstaged.
It’s the prank of the ages!
Perfect. Legendary. Life-altering.
No worries, though. When pranks OD on love, the Dudes and the Blossoms know exactly what to do.
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WHISK ME AWAY
He’s over me, the scent of man and citrus and red pine shifting and reminding me who I’m with. This isn’t just a random college student I’m trying to conjure an interest in. It’s K-Pop, my dream, the one who’s been untouchable for several years. My neighbor. I’ve seen him every day. I’ve tried to avoid him, because the sensation of not having him has been so big.
“Baby.” Reverent, I use the tips of my fingers to rake through his hair, letting them get stuck in the white-blond spikes that are softer than they look. He responds to my touch, meeting my mouth with his own. In small puffs of passion, he exhales warm air over my skin.
“Can I?” he whispers, unwrapping the buttonless front of my dress.
“You don’t have to ask.”
The way he breathes when he’s aroused sends my heart flying. K-Pop is usually such a loud, colorful person. Now, he’s quiet, and the stutters of his exhale heats my abdomen. I didn’t experience him this way the last time, all those years ago. I never saw his personality change.
Silently, he caresses my cleavage, runs his hand down until the pieces of fabric fall away. I bow toward him, wanting the fabric off, and he listens, steadying it against the sheets until I can slink out of it.
“God,” he whispers, gaze warm has he takes me in. With a hand under my neck, he lifts my mouth to his. He licks my lips while he searches downward, over my stomach, until it reaches my thighs. I spread them, moaning. I want more, fast, but he doesn’t touch me where I long for him.
“Your thighs are softer than rabbit fur,” he whispers, and it’s hot and funny, making a sting of lust go off in my stomach.
I reach up and undo the buttons of his shirt. He shoulders out of it without missing a beat. With his eyes open, he takes me in as I marvel over the sinewy torso hovering over me, his masculinity wanting me and only me.
“You have tattoos,” I breathe, staring at his happy-trail. The number seven is prominent within intricate curls and swirls, one of them resembling a dragon.
He looks down at himself and smiles. “And regular hair.”
I bite down on my own smile. “That was a mean prank, but there’s something to be said for pubic feathers.”
“I’d do it again for you.” He falls on top of me and sucks his way down the nape of my neck. I try to hide that I’m gasping for air—I don’t want him to slow down.
Sure fingers find my folds as he rocks against me. It’s automatic when I spread open for him, allowing him to feel the slickness inviting him in. He groans in response, causing me to grow hotter by the second. When his thumb massages my love nub and two fingers find their way inside me at the same time, I let out a sob of pleasure.
“Ninni… nae salang.” Suddenly, he’s all action, tossing off the remainder of his clothes. Breathless, I watch him tug my panties off. They fly across the room. Like the shadow of a bird, they land out of reach, and it’s as it should be.
He falls over me, nudge me wide for him. I feel him jutting against my cleft. On instinct, I sigh and encircle his hips with my legs. Pulling him tight, I close my eyes, getting ready for heaven. Then, I freeze.
“K-Pop. Did you bring condoms?”
He stops mid-move, breath faltering. “Shit.”
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Sunniva Dee is a USA Today and Amazon top 100 bestselling author with an eclectic taste in books. Born and raised in Norway, Sunniva lived in the United States for 17 years before returning to the mothership, where she sucks inspiration from trolls and barn gnomes and cold little mermaids popping their heads out of the fjords. Oh, and Spotify. Always Spotify.
Sunniva dabbles in literary romance, romantic comedy, contemporary romance, young adult fiction, new adult fiction, dark romance, and paranormal. Unlike some authors, she was not raised by fairies, and unlike others, she’s not also a musician. But she boasts a ridiculous sense of humor and an obsession with furry mammals, both evident in the #1 bestseller, the rom-com Love by Pranks.
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