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Exclusive Excerpt: She lifted an eyebrow. “Did you just Netflix and chill me?” “No. That would be unnecessary considering you’re already naked in my apartment.” I paused, a slow smile spreading across my face. “But if that’s what you want…” Forty five minutes and another round between the sheets later, Liv was snuggled up against me, her eyes glued to the television. “Man she’s a piece of work.” Liv nodded, eyes lighting up. “She’s such a girl boss though. I love her.” “You’re a girl boss.” Liv gasped. “You think?” I nodded, catching her chin between my fingers. “Yep. And it’s sexy as hell.” She grinned. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Liv shook her head. “I still can’t believe you’ve never seen House of Cards. I’m almost jealous of you, you’ve got so much to look forward to.” I had gathered that earlier, thanks to the filthy look she’d given me when I first mentioned that not only was I not up to speed on the series, I didn’t even know what it was about. She sighed, one nipple peeping out from under the sheet as she rolled onto her back, and I had to fight the urge to roll on top of her. I wasn’t kidding when I’d said she’d get plenty of exercise if she stayed. It was exactly like our first night together. No sooner than we’d finished one round, I was ready to take her again. I knew it was foolish not to be sound asleep, giving my body the rest it so desperately needed, but around Liv my dick just got other ideas. It was…needy. Liv glanced at me. “What are you thinking?” “That I want to fuck again.” Her eyes widened. “Really?” I shrugged. “Pretty much.” She rolled to her side, propping one arm under her head. Sadly it caused her nipple to go back into hiding. “I forgot how sexual guys are in their early twenties.” I shrugged. “You should have seen me when I was sixteen.” Liv laughed. “I can only imagine.” “Not sure it would have been all that pleasurable for you though.” I cringed. “Pretty confident there was only ever one person coming back then.” “Well don’t feel too bad, you’re certainly making up for it now.” I looked away, not wanting her to see the satisfaction on my face. Because truth be told, while I knew Liv enjoyed the sex we had—the multiple orgasms and the fact that she’d returned for round two were enough of a sign—the idea that she’d most likely slept with guys years older than me with plenty more experience on how to make a woman feel good left me with this irrational sense of frustration. Like I was automatically playing catch up in the race to…what? What did I want with Liv? Sure, no guy wanted to think they weren’t the best sex a woman had ever had, but the thought that I cared about more than just my own selfish pride kept niggling away in the back of my mind. And while I was being so honest with myself, I might as well acknowledge how my insecurities extended to things other than sex. Like the fact that I’d painstakingly picked up after myself around the apartment every night before I crashed in the sad hope that I’d actually get her into my bed one day. Sure, an element of that was about leaving college, starting fresh, playing grown-up as we all used to joke about, but I couldn’t deny that a small part of me was doing this to show Liv I wasn’t just a college kid anymore. “Earth to Na-ate.” She drummed her fingers into my shoulder and I blinked, looking over to her. “Sorry.” “Where’d you go?” “Nowhere.” I flipped onto my side, facing her. “Say that again.” She frowned. “Say what?” “My name, say it like you just said it.” She looked at me warily. “Na-ate.” I groaned, throwing one arm over my face. Her voice was insane. I was pretty sure I could come just from the sound of my name on her lips. In fact I almost had that first night we were together, my fingers between her legs as she’s told me exactly what she’d wanted, her voice all raspy and breathless. I’d had to stop myself from rubbing up against the table ledge for fear of embarrassing myself. “Is everything okay over there?” I nodded from under my arm. “Your voice. It’s…hot.” She giggled, and a second later her mouth was at my ear, breath warm as she crooned, “You like my voice, Nate Sullivan?” I peeked out from under my arm to look at her. “I’ll give you my signing bonus if you’ll call every night and tell me to sleep well…in that voice.” She fell back against the pillows, stretching her arms above her head. Aaand nipples. “You can’t afford me.” “Not yet, but think of me as a long term strategy. You’ll make millions.”
About Kim Carmody: Kim Carmody lives in Australia with her husband, in a sunny little part of Melbourne that she never wants to leave. Except for frequent trips to New York, she is happy to leave at least once a year for those. She holds a Masters in Commerce Marketing and while she spent her younger years training to become a professional dancer, she somehow ended up working in the sports industry, where she met her now husband. Never a participant or spectator of sport growing up (she was too busy flitting around in a tutu), she has grown to appreciate, if not love many sports and eventually found herself writing about them too. As an avid book lover from the moment she was introduced to The Babysitters Club as a seven year-old, Kim never expected to be able to call herself an author, but is beyond excited that she now can. Meet Me Halfway is her second novel.
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