Here's what early reviewers are saying about Abby and Nick:
★★★★★ "If this series is anything like the first book, then it will easily be my favorite Lea Coll series! I loved Nick and Abby like something else. I can’t wait to continue this series! And no other author has made me desperately want to visit a city!" - Good Books Clear Minds
★★★★★ "Now this is how you start a new series! I swear Lea is the Queen of writing a series within a series! It’s genius…we get to meet new characters but still have our beloved and trusted former characters involved!" - Reading in the Red Room
★★★★★ "I have read every Lea Coll book, a proud fan and this honestly might be my favorite book! Nick is an absolute dream and Abby was so relatable. I cannot wait for the rest of this series! 5 + stars from me and a perfect way to start my 2023 reading!" - Claire, Goodreads Reviewer
Want to read Nick and Abby's one-night stand?
“You look like you could use a drink.” Nick stood next to me, looking handsome in his tux as he placed a glass of champagne in front of me.
“That and a foot massage.” I tipped the glass back, the bubbly liquid flowing down my throat.
Pulling out a chair, he sat next to me and asked, “May I?”
He gestured toward my leg, then to his lap. I nodded, unable to form words. Despite the drink, my throat was dry.
There was a sly smile on Nick’s mouth as he pulled my leg into his lap. His calloused hands on my bare skin sent tingles up my calf, my thigh, then to my center.
“That feels good already.” Was I that hard up for a man’s touch?
He looked up at me with a grin. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
“You sure haven’t.” All I could think about was him moving those strong, capable hands under my skirt and up my thighs. My core clenched in response to my dirty thoughts.
With a wink, he slipped my heel off and set it carefully on the floor.
We were hidden by the tablecloth, but I still looked around the room to see if Gia or anyone else was looking for me. For now, everyone was crowded around the dance floor, having a good time.
His thumb pressed into the ball of my foot, and a moan escaped my lips.
His easy grin faded. His eyes heated as he looked over at me. “I’d like to hear more of that.”
I gestured at where his fingers were working their magic on my feet. “You always give random women foot massages at weddings?”
He chuckled, and it rumbled up my legs to my core. “Never, actually.”
“I’m special?” I asked softly, wincing at my characterization. Ever since
Seth walked out, I’d felt anything but.
His gaze met mine. “You are one of a kind. Beautiful. Strong. Hardworking.”
Something sizzled under my skin at his words. “How do you know that?”
He returned his attention to my foot. “I’ve been watching you.”
His attention made me feel wanted, desired. I glanced at the time on my phone. As much as I was enjoying his massage, it was still early. I wasn’t sure if I’d get a chance like this again. I pulled my leg from his lap and leaned in close. “Do you want to get out of here?”
His eyes flared as he took me in. Finally, he nodded.
I stood, grabbing my clutch and my camera. Gia already told me I was done for the night, so I didn’t need to check in with her again.
I held out my hand to him. When he took it, I felt confident and led him through the maze of tables to the exit, relaxing when I didn’t see anyone I knew.
I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was still into this, but his gaze was lower, on my ass. I could have chided him, but instead, I stood straighter and put a little sway in my hips.
Outside, he dropped my hand, both of his coming to rest on my hips. His mouth hovered over my neck. “Where are we going, sweet girl?”
I knew Savannah and Ethan were staying here, so I nodded toward the taller Maryland Historic Inn at the end of the street. “You want to get a room?”
My heart pounded in my chest. I’d never been so bold. I hadn’t picked up a guy since college, and it was a lot easier back then to take a guy to my dorm room.
“Lead the way.” His voice was short, as if he wanted to get me alone as soon as possible.
On the short walk to the inn, he’d pulled me into his side. We were in a hurry, but I wasn’t immune to the hard chest beneath my palm, the strong arm around my shoulders, or the way he occasionally looked down at me with this look on his face like he couldn’t believe he was with me.
By the time we reached the front counter of the historic inn, my body was flush with need. Nick secured a room, and I tried not to think about the fact we were renting a room solely to have sex.
Ducking into the elevator, I felt almost giddy to be doing something I wouldn’t normally do. We stood on separate sides of the car. The implication was that if we touched or if we kissed, we wouldn’t make it to our room. Instead, the air between us was thick with tension. Would he kiss me as soon as we got to the room? Would we go slow, or would we rip each other’s clothes off in a frenzy? I shivered at the latter image that popped into my head. I wanted to be uninhibited. I didn’t want to think about my responsibilities or the consequences of my actions.
With a ding, the car arrived at our floor and opened. Nick grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. With his free hand, he flashed the room key in front of the door and opened it. With the door shut behind us, he wasted no time pressing me against the cool surface.
He dipped his head, his lips hovering over mine. “Are you sure about this?”
I lifted my mouth to his; every muscle in my body pulled taut with anticipation.
Every part of him that was touching me was rock hard. I licked my lips and nodded.
His gaze tracked the movement before he ever so slowly took my lips with his. I thought that passionate meant hurried, but he proved me wrong. Nick kissed me slow and sweet as if he were sipping the champagne from my lips. He lifted his head slightly to say, “You’re so beautiful.”
Those words had my pussy clenching. “Nick.”
His jaw tightened at the pleading tone of his name. “I’ll give you what you need.”
In my mind, I chanted, yes, yes, yes. A fire built in my core, burning hotter with each press of his fingers into my hips. When was the last time anyone took care of my needs? I’d been a single mom so long I’d forgotten what it was like to feel desired or pursued.
His hands ghosted down my hips before pulling up the skirt of my dress. He kissed me as his hand drifted underneath the silky material caressing the back of my thighs, squeezing my ass before finally touching me where I needed him the most.
“Are you wet, Abby? Have you been thinking of this all day?” He separated my folds, circling my clit.
“You. I was thinking about you.” Doing this and so much more. I should have felt naughty saying those things, but for some reason, I felt safe with him. Like I could say or do anything, and he wouldn’t judge me. I was free to give in to my desires. With that thought, I let go of any expectations and gave myself over to him.
He rewarded me by dipping a finger inside, pumping slowly. I widened my legs, needing more. I tipped my head to the side so he could trail his mouth over the skin of my neck and shoulder. Slowly, he slid the tiny spaghetti strap of my dress down my arm.
“Your skin is so soft.” He did the same on the other side, pushing the dress down my arms and over my hips until I was left in a strapless bra and lace panties.
He pulled back, taking me in, while I stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side. Feeling brazen, I reached around to unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
He took in the sight of my body for several seconds. I should have felt self-conscious. I’d only had sex in the dark since I’d had Hunter, and my body wasn’t perfect. But with him, I felt like a goddess.
Never taking his eyes from mine, he slid to his knees. He looked up at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I was so entranced by his seduction, I forgot about the thin stripes on my stomach, the softness that had been there since before pregnancy. I forgot about everything outside this room but his touch, his appreciation, and the burning desire.
He hooked his fingers in my panties and slid them slowly over my legs and off. I stood before him, naked in heels. The door was cool against my shoulder blades while he knelt, fully clothed, in front of me.
My pussy throbbed with desire; my skin hummed with anticipation. “Nick. I need you.”
He widened my legs with his shoulders, breathing in my scent. “I’m going to savor you.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair, rocking my hips toward his mouth, knowing he could make me feel so good. I’d never experienced an all-consuming need for someone else. This man was going to satisfy every one of my needs and leave me wanting more. He was every fantasy brought to life, and I wanted to be present for every second.
Instead of responding verbally, he separated my folds and pressed his mouth there. There were no other words for it; he devoured me with his mouth and his tongue. It seemed like he enjoyed this. He kept up the pace until I was weak in the knees.
I pressed hard against the wall, undulating my hips, wanting the release yet not wanting this to end. When I wavered on my heels, he drew one of my legs over his shoulder.
His stiff shirt abraded my skin, creating a delicious contrast between his mouth and clothes. “I’ve got you.”
I felt his words deep in my soul. I wanted him to hold me, to grab on, and keep me forever. I never wanted him to stop touching me. I felt light-headed as the desire swirled in my stomach, burning brighter and hotter with every swipe of his tongue and pump of his fingers.
He hummed as he worked me over with his fingers and his talented tongue. I stopped thinking and rested my head against the wall, letting go. Shamelessly, I rode his mouth, giving in to the sensations—the sharp bite of his teeth, the soft swipe of his tongue.
I wanted—no, I needed him inside me, filling me up. He tightened his grip on my ass, pressing me against the flat of his tongue. The pressure was just right for me to detonate, knowing he’d catch me. I spasmed around his fingers, my muscles trembling as I went over.
He kept his mouth on me, slowly pumping me through the orgasm until I was limp against the door, incapable of moving. He stood, shrugging off the button-down, then he pulled the soft undershirt over his head.
I scanned down his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and defined abs, to the happy trail. I licked my suddenly dry lips. He was better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
With renewed energy, I pushed off the wall, pressing my palms flat against his pecs as I pushed him back to the bed and then down. He fell on the end of the bed, widening his legs as I stepped between him. His eyes flashed with barely repressed desire.
I had some unresolved anxiety around giving head. But anything was possible tonight. If this was a fantasy, reality wouldn’t settle in because we’d never see each other again. He made me feel like I could do anything.
I sank to my knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down far enough to maneuver his cock out of his briefs. It was hard and warm, the skin surprisingly soft under my touch.
Nick smoothed my hair back from my face. “You don’t have to—”
The gesture and his words were surprisingly tender for what this was—a one-night stand with no expectations.
I held his gaze as I licked the beaded precum from his slit. I pulled back to swirl my tongue over the head, then sucked him deep again. I kept a careful eye on his face for any sign of displeasure, but his fingers tightened in my hair as he seemingly held back his desire to thrust into my mouth.
But I wanted him to let go. I wanted him to lose control. I felt powerful at his feet.
“Your mouth feels like heaven.”
My skin hummed with pleasure. Who said things like that? It made me think that this man had the potential to be more, so much more. But I wasn’t interested, and neither was he.
He gripped my shoulders and lifted me onto the bed. I fell back as he shoved his pants and briefs off. He prowled over me. He was big and hard, and I wanted to feel every ridge of muscle against me. I wanted him to press me into the mattress. I wanted to forget my name.
It was a tall order, but I knew he could deliver. His eyes promised satisfaction as he lowered his mouth to mine.
I wanted him inside me. I needed him to fill me up. To make me forget. To give me memories for years to come.
My fingers curled around his neck, pulling him against me as I widened my legs. I was desperate to have him, yet reluctant to rush this. If this was the only time I had with him, I wanted it to last.
He slid his hard cock between my folds, and I gasped at the sensation. The need built inside quicker than before.
“Nick,” I pleaded, knowing he couldn’t resist.
With a groan, he pulled away to grab a condom from his wallet. I should have been concerned about how long it had been in there, if he always kept condoms in his wallet, or if one-night stands were something he did often. But none of that mattered. Because this was a fantasy.
I let my knees fall apart as he lined up at my entrance. His gaze flicked to mine as his cock nudged my opening. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never felt more right about anything.”
He sank inside slowly, inch by inch, as I bit my lip at the sensation of him filling me up. He lowered himself over me, surrounding me with his shoulders and his biceps, kissing me. I barely registered the feel of his hands skimming over my body, tweaking one nipple, then the other. Each touch was a direct line to my clit.
Moans escaped as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I want more. The sensation that I was going to explode out of my skin at any moment had me gripping his arms for support.
In my ear, he murmured how he couldn’t believe I was his for the night.
I was his. But only for the night. I wouldn’t consider anything else.
Instead, I said, “You feel so good.”
I wanted him to make me forget everything. My responsibilities. My job. My family. Tonight, it was just him and me and pure, unadulterated pleasure.
If I thought sex with a stranger would be awkward, I was wrong. Maybe it was the chemistry between us, but every place he touched me tingled with a fire that wouldn’t be put out.
“I need you to come for me.”
The words washed over me, and finally, I let go. A second later, I was flying in his arms to my second orgasm of the night. It was unprecedented. The pleasure went on and on. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My muscles ached with the release of pent-up tension.
He thrust twice more before settling in deep and groaning out his release. He held me tight to him, not moving. It was as if he didn’t want to let go of me, either.
With a kiss to my lips, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. The overhead fan spun slowly, sending goose bumps over my cooling skin.
I felt bereft with him gone. I probably should have felt regret, but instead, I felt sated. Like I’d indulged in the most decadent piece of chocolate. I couldn’t feel anything but satisfied with my decision.
When Nick returned, we slipped under the sheets, and he drew me to him. With an arm banded around my waist, he kissed my temple and said one word, “Stay.”
When my dad asked me to intern for his best friend, I knew I should've said no.
I had my own plans for the summer.
Ones that didn't include revisiting my childhood crush.
Sleeping with the boss?
Probably not what my dad had in mind when he asked for my help.
But from the moment I step foot in the office, I can think of little else.
I still want Jonathan.
Am I willing to gamble my relationship with my dad and my heart?