I love a good summer read and I picked this up at the airport thinking it will be a good holiday read. Instead I spent some time laughing at the crappy plot (read clicheed) and the repetitive mention of nipples. I noticed it first in the first few chapters but as the story moved along, it became so obvious I started a drinking game.

Drink whenever a nipple is mentioned. Double-dip if the nipple is described as being beady.

I won’t bore you with the plot outline but it can be reduced as – girl visiting her grandma falls for the hot guy next door who is house-sitting. They start a torrid affair where they do the sex. When summer ends she is wondering whether their fling will end as she caught feelings. Surprise – so did he.

And she also gets a book deal for writing children stories.

All right, let’s get down to the nipples.

He pauses. “See this?” Another long, deliberate stroke. “This is how hard you make me. Lately I’ve started jerking off before I know I’m going to see you, just to curb the temptation.”
The filthy picture he paints makes my nipples tingle. “Are you serious?”

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All I know is that my clit is throbbing and my nipples have never been harder.

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I grind the heel of my palm over my core, rocking against it. Pinpricks of pleasure dance along my skin. My nipples are tight. Breasts tender.

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My thumb finds a streak of moisture at his tip and glides over it before my fingers curl around him again. When I stroke him, firmer this time, his expression burns hotter, a flash of pleasure bordering on pain. He wants me so bad it hurts, he said. I don’t think he was kidding. […] My nipples tighten at the lewd suggestion.

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Then his mouth latches around one beaded nipple, while his fingers return between my thighs, rubbing, teasing, stroking my clit to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

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I kiss her back, sliding my fingers through her hair, giving a gentle tug to pull her closer. She’s on top of me now, those delectable tits crushed against my chest, nipples puckered tight. I reach between us and give her left nipple a teasing pinch, knowing how sensitive her breasts are. As if on cue, she lets out a moan, and I smile. I love every single sound she makes when we’re fooling around.

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We both moan when my tongue makes contact. This is my favorite thing in the world. I don’t think Cassie believed me when I told her that, but it’s the truth. Nothing gets me harder than going down on a woman. Making her moan and squirm. Her gasps for air. Her thighs squeezing around my head, desperate to keep me right where she needs me. It’s the pinnacle of sexual excitement. So fucking good.

(Ok, this quote has no nipples but it made me laugh as this said no man ever 🙂 )

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Whatever happens between us in the future, I’ll never forget that moment. And I’ll never forget this. I squeeze one full, perfect breast. Sweep my thumb over her beaded nipple. When I bring my hand between her legs I find her wet and ready for me.

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Lightly touch her hip and lower my lips to kiss her nipple. Then I raise my head and meet her eyes. “You good?”

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Then I hear it, the telltale whimper, and my body fails me. With her nipples scraping my pecs, her ass filling my hands, her body gripping me tight, I can’t fight it any longer.
“Cass, I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it.”
She mumbles, “It’s okay,” and I go off like a rocket.

All in all the book was mediocre and I actually left it at the hotel after marking the nipple passages for someone else to enjoy.