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Well Hung by Lauren Blakely | romantic comedy

Here’s what you need to know about me—I’m well-off, well-hung and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh—and I don’t mean at the size of his d*ck. No, they want their funny with a side of huge… not to mention loyal. I’ve got all that plus a big bank account, thanks to my booming construction business. Yup. I know how to use all my tools.

Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits… 

Hey, I’m a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work.

Until one night in Vegas… 

Yeah, you’ve heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I’m banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don’t ask). And before I can make her say “Oh God right there YES!” one more time, we’re both saying yes—the big yes—at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit. 



But it turns out what happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas. And now, my dick doesn’t stay in my pants when she’s around. I try to resist. Honest. But the more we try to keep our hands to ourselves, the more we end up naked again, and the more time I want to spend with her fully clothed, too.

The question now is…do I take this woman to be my ex-wife?

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Well Hung

Review

I mean no disrespect to Lauren Blakely’s other books when I say this, but she has absolutely found her niche in writing outstanding male POV romantic comedy. First with Big Rock, then with Mister O, and now with Well Hung. She’s killing it! The best part? There’s more on the horizon and I can’t wait to read them all!

Wyatt Hammer is Nick’s brother from Mister O. He’s an all-around good guy and sounds great on paper: owns a successful construction business, loves animals, has a great relationship with his family, and was taught to treat women very well. However, Wyatt has been burned by mixing business with pleasure, so he has strict rules about workplace relationships. That doesn’t keep him from falling for his assistant, though, no matter how hard he tries to stop it.

Natalie is Charlotte’s (from Big Rock) sister. She’s Wyatt’s right-hand-woman, keeping his business running smoothly with her near-OCD organizational skills. Not only that, she is a karate instructor and knows how to kick some serious butt. Natalie has feelings for Wyatt, but she knows that he doesn’t dip his nip in company ink, so to speak.

I loved the dynamic between Natalie and Wyatt from the very first page. They have this perfectly innocent flirtation that turns into not-so-innocent roller-coaster rides and a hot night in a Vegas hotel. What happens in Vegas definitely doesn’t stay in Vegas with these two.

While it seems like they are a perfect match, Wyatt is so caught up in his strict ‘no dating the staff’ policy that I wanted to shake him a few times and tell him to snap out of it. Natalie is so wonderful, helpful, and kind to him, even when he’s is being completely dense. Her feelings were hurt more than once by him, but she sticks to her guns about their situation. When the reason for that finally comes to light, I loved her all the more. It made me feel so much better about what had happened after leaving Las Vegas and in their relationship afterward. It made me root from their happy ending that much more.

My advice for when you read Well Hung is to prepare yourself for more loveable characters, more hilarious dialogue, and more of those cheeky double-entendres. Wyatt Hammer knows how to use his tools and he uses them very, very well (and it’s so very hot!).

Excerpt

Let’s back up.

How did we get from not kissing to kissing? What was that turning point? Did she lean into me? Did I move closer to her? Details matter. I’ll gladly share them.

Start with six months of sexual tension. Add in two mojitos for her, two beers for me, and a couple vodka tonics. Stir that with some bad news on the business front, and top it with the cherry of Natalie’s hit-me-over-the-head-with-a-stick comment that left no question as to what she wanted…and here I am.

We don’t lean into each other. There’s no inch-by-slow-sensual-inch pull. It’s not a slow burn.

It’s a fiery crash. We’re two cars speeding on the highway of this night, and we slam into each other, crawl across the hoods, and kiss like crazy.

Nothing is tentative about this. We go from not kissing to kissing in less than sixty nanoseconds. Yeah, I don’t really know what a nanosecond is, either. But it happens in no time.

And now my hand is in her hair, yanking her close as we crush our lips together. We kiss hard and rough, fueled by pent-up desire and more than enough vodka and rum to make this inevitable.

Her teeth scrape me, and I growl, loving her roughness. I suck hard on her bottom lip, and I’m rewarded by nearly the same sound from her. She’s like a tiger, and together we’re animals.

I grip her head tighter, and her hands are all over me—in my hair, then down my chest, then along my arms. We kiss so deeply, it’s like we’re trying to climb each other.

At some point, she breaks off, breathes out hard, then whispers in my ear, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Not as long as I have. Now get those lips back on mine,” I tell her, and she complies.

My hands cup her cheeks, but I’m not gentle, and she doesn’t want me that way. She’s not a gentle girl. She’s badass and tough, and she wants what I want. I hold her face tightly in my hands, and she practically crawls into my lap in a rush to get closer, then closer still as she presses her tits against my chest.

I’m seated on a stool at the bar, and we are putting on some kind of show. But I don’t care.

My tongue searches and hunts, wanting to taste every corner of her mouth, savoring the vodka and the tonic and, most of all, the Natalie. She whimpers and moans, and I swallow every sexy sound she makes.

This stool is ours. This bar is ours. The night belongs to this kiss, because it’s not a starter kiss. It contains all the clues necessary to assemble the puzzle of where this night will end.

With unwavering certainty, I know what kind of kiss this is.

As I explore her mouth, and she claims mine with equal urgency, I know that I will be f*cking Natalie tonight. 

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About Lauren Blakely

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she's sold more than 1.5 million books.