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  “Tahoe,” I groan, mindless with arousal.

  He’s clearly aroused too. He makes sure to grind his erection against my belly, letting me know it. I’m not sure if I imagined it—did it pulse harder when I said his name?

  He drags his teeth over my nipple and bends down to lick it again, rasping, “So succulent,” and then sucking gently as his hands caress me, “Touch me, Regina. Take my cock in your little hands.”

  He guides my hand over his slacks and sets it over his length, and he’s stretched to the limit, hard and massive. My mouth dries up and I lick my lips as I stroke him, and he groans.

  And suddenly we both lose control.

  He jerks on my bra, rending it open. He pulls down my panties while I unbuckle and unzip him. I drop his pants and he lifts me, carries me to his room, and sets me on his bed. He waits at the foot of the bed, getting an eyeful of me, and in the meantime letting me get a complete and totally amazing eyeful of him.

  My mouth waters as I stare at six feet plus of tanned, naked Tahoe before me.

  Naked and so, so hot.

  I forget everything when he leans over me and murmurs in my ear with an amused smile, “Come here.”

  I hold on to him and whisper back, “I am here.”

  “Yes you are. But get closer,” he says.

  I try to get closer as he sets his knees on the bed, leans over me, and spreads my legs open so I have room for him.

  I push him to his back and straddle him.

  He sits up and runs his hands along my curves and cups the side swells of my breasts. “Closer,” he says. He plays with my breasts, with my pussy, as if they’re all made for him.

  I hug him tighter, kissing him the way he makes me want to kiss him, with all of me, mouth and teeth and tongue and heart, whole body rubbing and feeling his.

  He groans appreciatively, squeezes my ass. “Closer.” His voice is dark now. Textured.

  A part of me wants to keep making him ask, keep my guy on his toes for me, yet I’m affected by his nearness to the extent I can feel only one thing, the urge to please him.

  So I kiss him harder, filling my hands with the scrape of his beard, and when he opens his mouth with a smile, I lift my body and lower myself down on him.

  “Oh god,” I groan.

  His smile fades against my lips and he kisses me softly but then more urgently.

  “I love you,” he says, now pressing his lips to my cheek and kissing me there.

  I move over him slowly and run my fingertips over his chest. Against his lips, I whisper, “Don’t hurt me, Roth, ever.”

  And when he simply and confidently says, “Never,” he grabs me by the hips and kisses me again, moving beneath me, filling me up, filling me in.

  He rolls me to my back and spreads me out on the bed, and then he’s all over me, inside me, as close as he can get.

  And he moves, and I move.

  He whispers thickly in my ear, and I realize that I believe every word this man has ever told me and each one that he says right now in my ear.

  “You feel so right…”

  “I’m so wild about you…”

  His hands and kisses echo what he tells me.

  He takes me with precision and also with strength, our bodies flexing to get closer, his body overpowering mine enough for me to get fucked as hard as I’ve ever been fucked but not get broken.

  I sense when he’s coming, because his body tightens deliciously, his sounds become more erratic and deep and primal.

  My orgasm hits. My body blazes like the core of the Earth, then I’m shuddering in an explosion so great it’s almost frightening. Tahoe holds my face still and gives me the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced as I come, devouring me gently as he quickens his pace and meets me there. The low growl that rips up his chest as he comes is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

  We share a series of lazy, appreciative kisses as we both recover.

  He pokes my nose with the tip of his finger, his dimple popping out. “You look so gorgeous like this,” he says, so much ferocity in his eyes. He takes me in with his gaze and brushes a tendril of damp hair from my forehead, then rubs my lips with his thumb.

  “You’re amazing,” I say.

  We sigh simultaneously and then just stare at the ceiling, dazed and at peace.

  As I start to doze off, waiting for the New Year, he nudges my feet under the covers. I kick him in response. He nudges me harder to get my attention. “Hey. I love you,” he says, and then he grins at me with that adorable dimple.

  In the distance I hear the fireworks blast across the city as the new year begins.

  We share a smile and kiss and he says, “Happy New Year, Regina.”

  “Happy New Year, Tahoe. Oh wait!” I scramble out of bed and bring the grapes we bought specifically for this occasion, along with two full glasses of champagne from the bottle we’d been chilling.

  We pluck grapes and add twelve, one for each month, into our champagne glasses.

  “To what do we drink?” I ask.

  “Your navy-blue panties.”

  “Come on.”

  He lifts his glass. “To my lady. May she have success in all her endeavors, health and friendships, and may I not take my own last breath until she takes hers. May she always know I love her.”

  It’s not just the words, but the way he says them and the way he looks at me, that make my eyes water. “Whatever I say now will pale in comparison,” I say.

  “It won’t pale.”

  “Yes, it will pale,” I say.

  He looks at me questioningly, his lips curling at the corners while his eyes darken somberly. “Just tell me you love me.”

  “I love you.” I fling my arms around him, then recover and lift my champagne glass in a toast. “To my guy. May he win every game he chooses to play, have many reasons to laugh, more successes than he can remember, and as long as he loves me, always have me.”

  His eyes darken with emotion. We clink glasses, he drinks, and I drink, and as I set my glass aside, and he sets aside his, Tahoe grabs the back of my head in one wide hand and we kiss long and slow as he rolls me to my back and loves me again, too drunk on each other to want anything else.

  DEAR READERS,

  If you’d like to read what’s next in the MANWHORE world, please be sure to keep an eye out for Callan Carmichael’s story, coming in 2017!

  I can’t wait to share his and Livvy’s story with you!

  And watch out for a brand new series coming this year. It’s a surprise that has me completely obsessed, and I hope it will completely obsess you too.

  XOXO,

  Katy

  OTHER TITLES BY KATY EVANS

  Manwhore series:

  MANWHORE

  MANWHORE +1

  MS. MANWHORE

  Real series:

  REAL

  MINE

  REMY

  ROGUE

  RIPPED

  LEGEND

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I am so lucky to be surrounded by such an amazing team of people who motivate and inspire me to keep writing and sharing my stories. This book would not be possible without the support of my family, who sometimes has to deal without me for days when I find myself immersed in the cave. Thank you to my beloved husband for his unwavering belief, support, and love. My son, for his ever-amazing song suggestions; my daughter, who is always my first reader and #1 fan; and my daughter’s boyfriend, whose expertise in lacrosse helped me so much. I also have to thank my dad for my love of writing, and my mother for being everything a mother should be.

  This story would be nowhere even near readable if it weren’t for the fabulous group of people who help me make it shine. So an extra huge thank you to my agent, Amy Tannenbaum, and everyone at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, who’ve always supported and given my stories a home; to my super editors Kelli Collins and CeCe Carroll, my copy editor Lisa Wolff, my proofreader Anita Saunders, my beta reader Kati D, and the tons of author beta readers whose
encouragement and insight helps so much. Monica and Kim, especially, I couldn’t have done this without you!

  To precious Dana, thank you for Chicago.

  Thank you to my fabulous audio publisher for bringing Ladies’ Man in audio to my “listeners” and to my foreign publishers for translating my stories so that they can be read across the world.

  To Julie at JT Formatting and my cover designer, James at Bookfly Covers, you did an amazing job!

  HUGE, heartfelt thanks (and CHOCOLATE!) to all of the bloggers out there: you are incredible in your efforts to promote the books you love and so passionate about making sure that readers know about them. Thank you for taking the time to share and review mine.

  And very especially, I am so grateful to my readers. Without your eyes on these pages, my book wouldn’t come alive in your hearts and minds.

  Thank you for your support, your messages, and your interest in my work and characters.

  Hugs, and big Tahoe Roth love,

  Katy

  ABOUT

  New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Katy Evans appeared for the first time on four different bestselling lists with her 2013 debut book, Real. Since then, all of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world, with over a million copies of her books sold worldwide. She lives in Texas with her husband, two kids, and their beloved dogs. To find out more about her or her books, visit the sites below, she’d love to hear from you.

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  www.katyevans.net

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  COPYRIGHT

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system without the prior written consent from the publisher, except in the instance of quotes for reviews. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded, or distributed via the Internet without the publisher’s permission and is a violation of the International copyright law, which subjects the violator to severe fines and imprisonment.

  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents, and places are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events are entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment. Ebook copies may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share with a friend, please buy an extra copy, and thank you for respecting the author’s work.

  Copyright © 2016 by Katy Evans

  Cover design by James T. Egan, www.bookflydesign.com

  Interior formatting by JT Formatting

  ISBN-13: 978-0997263602

  ISBN-13: 978-1530111640 (print)

  CONTENTS

  TITLE

  PLAYLIST

  1. TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT

  2. MORNING AFTER

  3. DATE NIGHT

  4. SOS!

  5. TRENCH COAT

  6. NOVEMBER

  7. THE SAINTS

  8. THANKSGIVING

  9. THE PERFECT GIFT

  10. CHRISTMAS

  11. NEW YEAR’S

  12. START WITH A BANG

  13. BURNING

  14. HUNTING

  15. GAME

  16. SPRING BREAK

  17. BEACH HOUSE

  18. I CANNOT TAKE MY EYES OFF HIM

  19. QUEASY FEELING OF RECOGNITION

  20. CLUBBING

  21. HUNG OVER

  22. MAY

  23. HOME

  24. PLUS ONE

  25. LITTLE MAN

  26. ROOTS

  27. SPOONING

  28. BABY

  29. WHEN GOOD IS NOT ENOUGH

  30. HALLOWEEN

  31. CHECKED

  32. NEXT MORNING

  33. TEXTS

  34. XMAS & NEW YEAR’S

  DEAR READERS,

  OTHER TITLES BY KATY EVANS

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ABOUT

  COPYRIGHT

 


 

  Katy Evans, Ladies Man

  (Series: Manwhore # 3)

 

 


 

 
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