All Grown Up by Vi Keeland
English | 2019 | Romance | ePUB | 1.0 Mb
All Grown Up : A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.
When I first encountered Ford Donovan, I had no idea who he was…well, other than the obvious. Young, gorgeous, successful, smart. Did I mention young? If I did, it bears repeating. Ford Donovan was too young for me.
Let’s back up to how it all started. My best friend decided I needed to start dating again. So, without my knowledge, she set up a profile for me on a popular dating site—one that invited men ages twenty-one to twenty-seven to apply for a date. Those nicknamed Cunnilingus King were told they’d go straight to the top for consideration. The profile wasn’t supposed to go live. Another point that bears repeating—it wasn’t supposed to.
Nevertheless, that’s how I met Ford, and we started messaging. He made me laugh; yet I was adamant that because of his age, we could only be friends. But after weeks of wearing me down, I finally agreed to one date only—my first after twenty years of being with my high school sweetheart. I knew it couldn’t last, but I was curious about him.
Though, you know what they say…curiosity kills the cat.
My legs wobbled walking into the restaurant.
Ford was seated at the bar. When he turned around, he took my breath away.
His sexy smile nearly melted my panties.
But…he looked so familiar.
As I got closer I realized why.
He was the son of the neighbor at our family’s summer home.
The boy next door.
Only now…he was all man.
I hadn’t seen him in years.
I left the restaurant and planned to put the entire crazy thing behind me.
Which I did. Until summer came.
And guess who decided to use his family’s summer home this year?
“Speaking of old maids…”
“Don’t even go there.”
“Have you gone out with Mark yet?”
“Mark and I are just friends.”
“And he wants to jump your bones.”
“The ink on my divorce papers is barely dry.”
“It’s been eighteen months.”
Really? January, February, March, April… Oh my. It has been. Where does the time go these days?
“Eighteen months isn’t a long time.”
“You were separated for two years before that. How long has it been since you’ve had good sex?”
“How did we get from talking about you to my sex life? Or lack thereof? Again.”
Eve had started lobbying for me to date while Ryan was still packing his shit into the moving truck. She meant well. But lately she’d amped up her normal nudge to a full-blown push.
She ignored my attempt to change the subject. “How long? Two-and-a-half years, Val?”
“Actually.” I pushed the pasta on my plate around with my fork. “If we’re talking good sex, sadly, it’s more like ten years. Ryan wasn’t exactly passionate toward the end.”
The very handsome (and very young) waiter came back to our table. “Can I get you ladies anything else?”