Just call me Mr. O. Because YOUR pleasure is my superpower.

Giving a woman unearthly pleasure is a skill, and if you can't do a good job, you should get the hell out of the bedroom . I'm talking about shameful, mind-blowing, sheet-crushing ecstasy. Similar to what I provide every time.

I guess that makes me a superhero of pleasure, and my mission is to always deliver it.

Sure, you might think that I'm addicted to it, but take a closer look and you'll see a man with sexy looks, a killer job, a razor-sharp mind and a heart of gold. Yes, my life is good...

And then they throw a noose around me when a woman asks me to teach her how to get a man. The only problem is that she's my best friend's sister and she's too tempting for me to resist. Especially when I find out that sweet, sexy Harper has the same naughty fantasies, and she wants to put them to good use. What could go wrong when I'm giving seduction lessons to a woman I secretly want so damn bad?

No one will know if we send a few dirty texts to each other. Well, okay, a few hundred. Or if the zipper on her dress gets stuck (more on that later!). Or if on the train in front of her whole family she looks at me with a look that begs me to fuck her.

The problem is that the more nights I spend in bed with Harper, the more days I want to spend with her in outside the bedroom. And for the first time in my life, I think not only about how to make a woman scream with pleasure, but also about how to keep her in my arms for a long time.

It seems that the real adventures of Mr. Orgasm are just beginning... p>