Sex Material by Victoria Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 26, 2018
It’s what I’m known around town for.
A rock-hard body, covered in tattoos with a sizeable bulge that women spend their nights fantasizing about.
Women track me down, needing someone that will fuck them rough without holding back.
They find me because they need a distraction from reality. They need something to get their mind off of the boyfriend who screwed them over or the job promotion they got passed over on at work.
Sometimes it’s just because they need someone reckless in the bedroom before settling down with the right one.
‘Cause I’m sure as hell not that guy.
I’m not the suit wearing, flower-buying guy you take home to meet the parents. I’m not the guy who will make you feel all warm and fucking fuzzy inside.
I was boyfriend material once. Would’ve even made a good husband. That was before everything good in my world got ripped away, leaving me broken beyond repair.
These women come to me because they need an escape to cope with the real world, but none of them know I need it more than them. I need something to make me feel alive. Something to get my heart beating again.
Then Cami shows up in my hometown, broken-hearted and pissed off at the world, needing an escape from her cheating ex.
She’s the only one that doesn’t want to use my body. In fact, she wants nothing to do with it and has no problems telling me so.
She’s interested in one thing only from me—to move into my rental property. But the problem with that is the more we fight, the deeper she buries herself in my soul.
Sex material is what I’m good at, but for the first time, it may not be enough.
When Cami finds out that her boyfriend of five years is cheating on her she needs to leave and fast, but her soon to be new landlord is a real jerk. He is sexy as hell, but often his mouth ruins it for Cami.
Jensen has been through a real rough time, instead of dealing with it, he turned into a walking prick. Cami and Jensen seemed like they might not work. She just found out she had been cheated on and Jensen doesn’t do relationships, but they worked. This book was sexy, sexy, SEXY, did I say sexy? We have the brooding gorgeous a**hole and the semi damsel in distress and yet they worked.
There was a nice flow to the story and sadness when we found out what made Jensen the person he was throughout the story. Overall It was a nice read.
When I look up Cami is standing barefoot in a little white summer dress with her long blonde hair pulled up into a lose bun.
The sight of her sun-kissed skin and long legs has my dick instantly hardening beneath my jeans, and the moment my gaze moves up to her scowling lips, it manages to harden even more.
“Is this even a real application?” She holds the paper up and points at one of the extra questions I added before printing it. “How many times a week did Douglas make you come? Really?”
“It’s definitely a real application.” I stand, wiping my hands down my jeans. “Did you answer every question?”
She shakes her head and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Did I… did I answer every question? Of course I didn’t, because there’s at least three that are irrelevant to me living here. You’re insane if you think I’m going to give you that kind of information.”
Shaking my head in disappointment, I move toward Cami, stopping once I’m standing right in front of her. “Then you didn’t listen.” I point out. “I told you to complete the application and bring it back to me within a few hours, and here you are four fucking hours later standing in my kitchen with an incomplete form.”
She swallows nervously, her gaze roaming over my half-naked body as I take another step closer to her, my arms now on either side of her waist, her back against the counter. “Now answer the fucking question, Cami.”
“Who said he made me come weekly?” she questions stiffly. “Maybe I can’t answer that question.”
“What a shame,” I say against her neck, before moving my lips up it, stopping just beneath her ear. “Want to know how many times a week I would make you come?” When she doesn’t say anything, I lick my lips and continue. “Fourteen.”
“You do realize there’s only seven days in a week, right?” Her voice is weak, and I can’t help but hope it’s from my body being so close.
“Exactly,” I whisper in her ear. “But that’s just the number of times I would, not the number that I could.”
“You’re full of it.” She places her hands on my chest, causing me to take a slight step back.
“Am I?” I grip her waist with both hands. “I could prove right now that I’m not.”
About the Author
New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Walk of Shame Series.
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows.