Just call me Mr. O. Because YOUR pleasure is my superpower.
Making a woman feel oh-so-great is what it's all about, and if a guy can't do that, he should get the hell out of the bedroom. I'm talking toe-curling ecstasy that takes the breath away and makes a woman grab the sheets. The kind that I indulge in every time.
I suppose that makes me a superhero of pleasure, and my mission is always to complete my mission.
Sure, I'm addicted to the giveaway, but get closer and you'll also find a man with hot looks, a great job, a razor-sharp wit, and a heart of gold. Yeah, life is good...
And then it freaks me out when a woman asks me to teach her all about how to get a man. The only problem? She's my best friend's sister, but she's too tempting for me to resist—especially when I learn that sweet, sexy Harper also has a wicked mind and wants to put it to good use. What could possibly go wrong if I gave the woman I secretly desired a no-strings-attached lesson in seduction?
No one will find out, even if we send each other a few raunchy sexts. Okay, a few hundred. Or when the zipper on her dress gets stuck. Not about that! Or when he makes those stupid eyes at me on the train in front of the whole family.
The problem is, the more nights I spend in bed with her, the more days I want to spend out of bed with her. And for the first time in my life, I'm not just thinking about how to make a woman scream with pleasure - I'm thinking about how to keep her in my arms for a long time.
Looks like the real Adventures of Mr. Orgasm are just beginning...