Our Day 7 of Book Boyfriends goes to….My Favorite Hart brother….Drum roll………………
OH Dante. I fucking love this man. So many good things to say. Where do I start….
Dante, he’s hot as fucking hell, tall, lean, sharp features that stare you down and scream SCHMEX on the stick. He’s this professional business man, always dressed up in a suit. He’s so goddamn good looking, when you lay eyes on him for the first time you can’t help but seriously cream in your panties. OMG….Did I Just say that??? Fuck it!! It’s true!!
When you have a man whispering nasty hot things in your ear such as,
“Put these hot fucking heels on either side of my shoulders and get ready.”
you’re a goner…..
HOLLA! Dante Hart are you kidding? If you haven’t read Broken Hart, you have to. Its my go to book when I need to read the best love story/HOT sex/Steaming HOT sex/best couple ever.
Yes he’s swoon worthy, but more than, Dante has a way with woman. Former Playboy, Dante is used to the same woman, or as his sisters call them “Dante-bots”….Love it!! So when he meets Sabrina, she’s different from any woman he’s ever met. And he’s taken Sabrina the very moment he lays eyes on her. Instantly taking her on as his personal assistant at his company, they become fast friends. Best friends even but that’s not enough for Dante. He’s needs to have Rina. And he has her!! Everywhere.
Dante can put his girl Sabrina over the edge and ready to submit to him in a matter of seconds.
“You’ve got such a beautiful pussy, baby. Goddamn perfect. I’m going to make you come again, and again and again tonight.”
I’d never come more than three times in one night, but within minutes, I was grinding up into his face, on the edge of another orgasm.
Adding a third finger into the mix, he started fucking me hard with his fingers. I yelled out, “Oh God, Dante, don’t stop!”
HOLLA BACK Bitches! I don’t need to say more…this man is so worth being my book boyfriend!!
And as a tribute to Dante, Ella Fox has provided us all with a “Bonus Scene”. This scene takes place 4 weeks before the opening scene in Broken Hart. So if you haven’t read it, then its safe to say this won’t spoil anything. Get a quick taste of this fucking hot man, and then buy the damn series. Because get this….Dante has brothers. HOT ones…And they all have their own book! Which means, more hot HART men!!! And that deserves a big fucking HOLLA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was harder than a goddamn diamond and only getting harder by the second as I watched Sabrina dance to the beat. The way her body moved was making my head hurt. Both heads actually: the one in my pants and the one on my head. Who’s bright as fuck idea was it to go clubbing with her all the damn time in order to have an excuse to dance with her?
You guessed it- I’m the genius. The idea is all mine.
She lets it all go on the dance floor and it allows me to enjoy my favorite side of her- the one that she doesn’t show at work. I’m sure you can figure out what side she lets loose and why I’m a glutton for fucking punishment for it- putting myself in this situation time and again. When Rina dances, her sexuality is right there, close enough for me to taste it. Fuck me- you have no idea how badly I want to taste it.
I fought my entire life to steer clear of addiction. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, adrenalin rushes… I don’t need any of those things because I’ve kept my addictive genes well under control.
Until now. Until HER.
Now I fully understand why people say that they can’t quit their addictions. When I’m not with Sabrina, I want to be with her. If I have half a second to myself, I’m thinking about her, and I find one reason after another to spend more and more time with her. Like all addicts, the more I have, the more I want. You have no idea just how badly I fucking want.
I’m a master at maintaining a poker face, but sometimes I wonder how she doesn’t see all of the fucking cracks in my façade. How many times have I silently approached her at her desk so that I can lean over her shoulder and breathe her in? How many times have I sat across a candlelit table from her, watching her enjoy her food while I struggle to remember to eat what’s on my plate instead of taking her home and eating her? It feels like it’s been an eternity, but in reality it’s been just over a year.
I’d been staring at her ass and her legs while she danced, but the view only got better when she turned around and started to dance face-to-face with me. The dress she’s wearing should be illegal everywhere on earth but in my bedroom, and I wanted to lift her up and run from the club straight to my bed. Someone bumped into her back, causing her to stumble forward into my arms. So perfect, so hot… I wanted her plastered to me like a wet t-shirt during spring break. For one second we stared at each other, and I swear I saw something in her eyes that looked an awful lot like how I feel inside. Molten. Hot. Out of control.
The moment was gone quickly as she flushed prettily and turned around again to raise her hands over her head as she swayed to P!nks “You and Your Hand.” The irony of the fact that I’m watching her dance in order to fill my spank bank isn’t lost on me. Like every other night that I go out with Sabrina, it’s going to end up being just me and my fucking hand tonight.
I turned to stone when I saw a hand reach out, grab her shoulder and pull her forward. I growled- yes, actually fucking growled- when I saw that it was the asshole that I’d had my eye on all night that had spent a little too much time looking at her. Lightning fast I leaned forward grabbed his hand and forcefully pushed it back toward him. Once his hand was gone, I put an arm around Sabrina and pulled her tightly against me.
Giving him a look that left no doubt that I was furious, my hand shot out and grabbed his collar so that I could pull him to me. If this asshole had one functioning brain cell, he wasn’t going to do anything to piss me off.
Face to face with him I snapped, “Touch her again and you’re not going to have a fucking hand, asshole. Do you understand me?”
He nodded like a bobble-head as he pulled out of my grasp and practically moonwalked away, letting the crowd swallow him up.
Leaning her back against me, Sabrina looked over her shoulder at me. “I could have handled him, you know.”
My arm held her to me tighter. I didn’t want her to have to handle handsy assholes in clubs by herself. “I got it, bab… Rina. I’ve always got your back.”
After staring at me for another few seconds, she smiled up at me. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Best friend. God, does she really believe that’s all this is? She is my best friend, but it’s so much goddamn more than that. I’m crazy fuckin’ territorial about her, more than I’ve ever been about anyone or anything in my entire life, but she acts like she doesn’t notice anything weird about it.
I feel like any little thing might put me over the edge. If I’m honest, I know that it’s inevitable. I want this woman in a way that I’ve never wanted anything, ever. How much longer can I keep up this charade?
Right now Ella Fox is promoting The Hart Family Series Box Set Part One for Kindle. To get started on the first 4 books, click the link below, and its only $.99!! You really can’t beat that. AND…you can click below for Ella’s awesome giveaway!