Mister O

Just call me Mister O. Because YOUR pleasure is my super power. Making a woman feel ‘oh-god-that's-good' is the name of the game, and if a man can't get the job done, he should get out of the bedroom. I'm talking toe-curling, mind-blowing, sheet-grabbing ecstasy. Like I provide every time. I suppose that makes me a superhero of pleasure, and my mission is to always deliver. And then I'm thrown for a loop when a certain woman asks me to teach her everything about how to win a man. The only problem? She's my best friend's sister, but she's far too tempting to resist--especially when I learn that sweet, sexy Harper, has a dirty mind too and wants to put it to good use. What could possibly go wrong as I give the woman I've secretly wanted some no-strings-attached lessons in seduction? No one will know, even if we send a few dirty texts. Okay, a few hundred. Or if the zipper on her dress gets stuck. Not on that! Or if she gives me those take-me-now-eyes on the train in front of her whole family. The trouble is the more nights I spend with her in bed, the more days I want to spend with her out of bed. And for the first time ever, I'm not only thinking about how to make a woman cry out in pleasure -- I'm thinking about how to keep her in my arms for a long time to come. Looks like the real Adventures of Mister O have only just begun....