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40 pages, ebook
First published August 6, 2013


“I’m supposed to be able to control my thoughts. I’m a Master. A title that defines who I am and how I stay grounded. My thumb is always on the pulse of everything that happens around me—or so I thought. For the first time since college, I’m not sure if that’s true. I’m not sure it was ever true, and I don’t know where that leaves me. I don’t know who that makes me.”
"You don't have--"
"I'm walking you to the car."
"Okay" Her chin lifts with challenge. "You have my permission to walk me to the car."
My lips tighten and so does my groin. "As long as I have your permission," I say sardonically.
She simply give me a nod and starts walking and, as I'm becoming accustomed, she seems to expect me to follow. And holy hell, I do. But I want to grab her and pull her to the elevator and upstairs, where I can punish her with pleasure for making me this willing to chase her.
I walk toward Crystal, fighting that predatory male instinct I own as completely as my name. That part of me that wants to take her upstairs and fuck her until I remember nothing but the pleasure. I need that. I need it like I do my next breath, but I know it’s wrong. I know I’ve been so fucking wrong this past year about too much. I can’t do it again.
I won’t do it again. I won’t fuck up Crystal like I did Rebecca.