6 Month Rule
Kingston Ale House # 2
By A.J. Pine
Release date: July 18, 2016
The second I met Will Evans in his three-piece suit with that hot as hell British accent, I wanted him.
That is…until he insulted my shoes and stole my corner office.
Now I have to work side-by-side with the surly British arsehole who just set my career back six months.
It’s fine. That accent won’t get to me, no matter how sexy it sounds when he asks permission to do things professionals shouldn’t do. On the couch. In the corner office I still wish was mine.
Maybe we can’t keep our hands off each other, but I’m sure as hell not falling for a guy who lives an ocean away. Because in six months, he’s leaving for good.
I don’t do broken hearts, but you know what they say…
There’s a first time for everything.
Each book in the Kingston Ale House series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Holly closed her eyes and started reliving the kiss, not able to shake the feeling of standing on her tiptoes and pressing her pelvis to his. She’d felt him hard against her. She knew he wanted exactly what she did. Okay, well, she couldn’t confirm that he was going through a dry spell, too,
but he wanted her. That much she knew.
She stalked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet so that water rushed out in a loud, whirring splash. Then she stripped herself bare and adjusted the temperature before changing the water source from bath nozzle to showerhead. Holly stepped over the lip of the tub and pulled the curtain shut, letting out a resigned sigh.
The water hit her face, her neck, her breasts—nipples still sensitive and hard just from brushing up against him. She imagined Will’s velvety voice asking, May I kiss you? May I touch you? May I…
Holly lifted the showerhead out of its cradle and adjusted the setting to her favorite combination of pulse and vibration. She gave it a pointed look.
“Do you have any secret children you’d like to tell me about before things go any further?”
The showerhead said nothing, but she knew what it was thinking.
I’m it for you, sweetheart. I’ll always be here, and you’ll always come back to me. We’re meant to be.
Well, they were meant to be for this evening, anyway.
She let her head fall against the cool, tiled wall and dropped the hand holding the showerhead between her legs. Eyes closed and shoulders finally relaxing, Holly let her hips pulse to the rhythm of the water, and she let the water do what she needed it to do.
Only, her H2O lover wasn’t doing his job. She shifted her stance, but it still wasn’t right. Maybe it was placement? But no, adjusting placement did nothing to uncoil the tight heat from her core. Then, understanding the risks, she did the unthinkable. Desperate times called for desperate measures. With her thumb resting on the small lever at the base of the head, Holly swiveled it forward just a notch—and changed the setting.
“Shit!” she yelled, throwing the nozzle against the wall. It bounced and sprayed hot needles at her torso, her face, and then the shower curtain. She grabbed it before it nailed her in the face again, not wanting another aggressive facial.
Note to self—
Next time you want to change the showerhead setting, remove said showerhead from between your legs first!
Holly’s much-needed release was going nowhere fast, so she nudged the dial back to where it was—or where she thought it was—and attempted to get back to business. But it was no use. The pulse was too weak, the water streams too thin. She tried again, and then again, prodding the dial just enough to enact the smallest change, but she couldn’t get it back to her original setting.
Her greatest fear had been realized. Her showerhead setting had lost its sweet spot, which meant her sweet spot was to remain unsatisfied.
AJ Pine writes stories to break readers’ hearts, but don’t worry—she’ll mend them with a happily ever after. As an English teacher and a librarian, AJ has always surrounded herself with books. All her favorites have one big commonality–romance. Naturally, the books she writes have the same. When she’s not writing, she’s of course reading. Then there’s online shopping (everything from groceries to shoes). And a tiny bit of TV where she nourishes her undying love of vampires, superheroes, and a certain high-functioning sociopath detective. You’ll also find her hanging with her family in the Chicago ‘burbs. AJ is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Handspun Literary