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118 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 24, 2013
“He opened a jack-in-the-box of sexuality by turning a handle I didn’t even know I had.”
“I don’t know what this will make you think of me,” I said.
“That any man who’s with you better pay attention, or they’ll find you gone.”
“I understand words like no and stop. Outside of those, your body is my playground.”
“Our connection didn’t have the bandwidth to sustain the pain buried far enough in our past to cause the grind of our present. His past belonged to her, even though she’d cut the line, taking it with her, tugging at him, leaving no one else for him to give it to.”










“I understand words like no and stop. Outside of those, your body is my playground.”


“I want you all to myself. I want to know what they didn’t do so I can do it. So I can keep you longer.”


"Do it so it hurts. Break me apart. Make it hurt so I scream. I want everything. All of it."
"I remeber asking for it."
"God, so do I."
"I want you all to myself. I want to know what they didn't do so I can do it. So I can keep you longer."
"You're a goddess, Monica. Never be afraid to ask for what you want."
**Spoiler free review, apart from direct quotes**

"I want you."
"Our tongues and lips met."


"Tension and pleasure tugged at each other inside me.... the build up almost pushed pleasure over the edge."









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I own your orgasms.” He pulled me forward to the edge of the seat before I could respond. His move was forceful, demanding, and left no room for questions.
I watched the sun come up through Jonathan’s window, felt his breath on my neck, and thought don’t fall in love don’t fall in love don’t fall in love. I didn’t look at him while he slept. I didn’t stroke the top of his hand where it rested on my belly. I didn’t think about him. Nothing. Not his scent or the sound of his voice. Not his sharp wit or his easy smile. My job there was to enjoy him, and sense sooner rather than later when it was time to move on. That was the only way I would get out intact.







"If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering then you have never seen beauty at all."


" Jonathan." My voice was husky. Breaths without a voice. I didn't know what I was trying to say. Just his name, as if that would tell him what I wanted. As if that would connect us to my pleasure."

" I understand words like no and stop. Outside of those, you body is my playground."
"Yes, sir."
"You're like a prodigy at this."
" In the end, we'd move on. He didn't have space in his heart for me. He'd made that clear. I'd never felt so empty in my life."


"Be a woman of grace."




