Shut Up and Kiss Me (Happy Endings #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Happy Endings Series by Lauren Blakely

Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)

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Shut Up and Kiss Me (Happy Endings #2)

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Lauren Blakely

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When a scorching one-night stand between best friends absolutely, definitely shouldn’t happen again...
How to resist sleeping with your best friend when you’re stuck in a hotel room in Vegas with the charming, glasses-wearing hottie.
1. Slather your face in a grapefruit mask
2. Wear a big, fluffy robe
3. Make him do the same.
Oops. Didn’t work. Turns out our libidos had other plans.
But, no biggie. After epic, soul-shattering banging, I’ll just put the genie back in the bottle the next morning. Only, that’s easier said than done. After years of scraping by, Nolan and I just landed the big break of a lifetime for our scrappy online restaurant review show. We’re going to New York for a month.
Just the two of us. TOGETHER ALL THE TIME.
But I’ve already lost my best friend once, so I’ll do whatever it takes to resist thoroughly delicious Nolan again.
Until I learn whatever it takes might cost me everything.
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Happy Endings Series by Lauren Blakely

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I Call Her Nancy


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It’s big. It’s thick. It’s delicious. And it’s going in my mouth.

There’s only one question.

“Will it fit?” I ask the sexy man across from me.

He smirks. Devilishly, of course. “Ah, the age-old question.”

Time to find out. “Come to me, you juicy, delicious thing,” I coo.

A dozen onlookers edge closer, staring at this big beauty and my lips. They aren’t the only ones. A nearby camera records our scene as my co-host works the crowd. “Show of hands. Can she do it?”

“I’ve got this, Nolan. I’ve handled bigger,” I say, all bravado and big mouth.

“I don’t know. You’re gonna have to prove it,” Nolan taunts.

“Go ahead. Underestimate me.” I relax my throat, part my lips, and then go in for the whole shebang.

I bite down, and wow. Just wow.

Involuntarily, I roll my eyes because this is tasty. With the camera on me, I indulge in another delicious bite.

“Yes,” I moan around the double-decker veggie burger.

With a satisfied sigh, I set the flavor extravaganza on the plate. Picking up a napkin, I dab a bit of low-fat pesto from the corner of my lips. Low-calorie, that’s our jam.

A boisterous redhead in the crowd offers a rocker salute. “Give it that killer moan,” she calls out.

“It’s your trademark, Veggie Girl,” the wavy-haired brunette next to her chimes in.

Ah, my people.

They want what they want.

I wink at the women. “Mmm,” I start, drawing out the moan for effect. The ladies cheer me on. Bless them. Just fucking bless them. Then I turn my attention to the glasses-wearing, hazel-eyed, dark-haired guy across from me at the table. “That was a good one,” I say to my co-host in all things food, dining, and double meaning.

A smirk plays on his lips. “Should I get you a towel to clean up after that up-close-and-personal encounter with the Double O Burger?”

Harriet’s Burger Hut doesn’t hold back on the innuendo for its signature meals—one of the many reasons why this former hole-in-the-wall burger joint in the Mission District has become capital-T trendy.

“You’re just jealous because these veggie burgers are always better than your full beef injection ones,” I tease, and Nolan drops his head in his hand, laughing.

He turns to the camera perched on a tripod at the edge of the table. “Do you see what I have to put up with? The mouth on this one,” he says, shaking his head.

“Oh, you love it,” calls a woman with her black hair in a high ponytail.

“I do,” he says in a stage whisper, then snaps his gaze back to me as we keep rolling. “Your mouth is the reason I get up in the morning.”

I waggle a finger at him. “Proof that I’m not the only one with a naughty mind.”

But YouTube shows cannot survive on innuendo alone. Setting my black-polished nail on the edge of the plate, I slide the veggie feast toward him. “Your turn. Try it.”

Nolan picks up the burger slathered in mushrooms, pesto sauce, and gooey low-fat cheddar cheese, then takes a bite. He gives nothing away as he chews. So typical. He puts it down with a whatever shrug. “It’s not bad.”

I slap the table, playing it up. “Oh, come on. The Double O is toe-curling.”

“It did seem like you were having a knee-weakening moment with the burger,” he deadpans.

“Foodgasm!” the ponytail woman calls out.

With a big smile, I meet her eyes. “You know it!”

“Let me guess. You’d do it again,” Nolan says to me, imitating one of my catchphrases from the show.

I lean across the table and swat his shoulder. “You bet I would. Food is one of life’s great pleasures, and some dishes demand encores.”

“What are you gonna give it, then?”

I rub my palms, prolonging the suspense. Viewers love to predict our ratings. Later, we’ll edit in a clock-ticking pause to give them the chance to place their drinking game bets as they watch.

Holding up a hand like I’m taking an oath, I issue my declaration: “On a scale of one to ten, I’m giving this bad boy a nine point four five.”

Nolan barks out a laugh. “How long since you’ve rated anything under a nine, Em?”

“We pick well! We’ve been to some fab places. Why should I punish the food just because all these great dishes have raised the bar?”

“How can everything be close to a ten, though? You’re such a Paula.”

“And you’re such a Simon. I don’t grade food on a bell curve. Don’t blame me for having excellent taste when scoping out spots for us to review.” Ha. So there. I fold my arms across my chest, adopting a stern stare as my eyes stray to his empty plate. He ate the Full Monty Cheeseburger before I sampled the veg one. “And what are you giving your beef burger, Mister Mean Judge?”

A lazy shrug is his answer. And damn, he’s good at those sexy shrugs. They reel in the viewers.