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88 pages, Unknown Binding
First published December 15, 2014


Part of the craving deep inside, the one that insisted he reach out and take. And take. And take. Never satisfied. Thirst never quenched.
“I need to know if you can focus and do the work without bringing your personal life to the office. I guess what I’m asking here is... can you keep that snake locked up in your pants?”Then he see’s her. The only girl he’s been with lately that’s been memorable. The only one he’s had trouble forgetting. Her name is Reagan. And she is one of Evan’s new bosses.
Never had he been unable to find some kind of fucking satisfaction. Never had he consistently been drawn to one person the way he seemed drawn to her.

If he could live in pussy, he would. It was his weakness, his addiction, the one thing he'd give up anything and everything for. And he nearly had.



She looked like class and sex all neatly wrapped up in one siren-red fuck-me dress.

She never took her eyes off him, and he wondered what she saw. A desperate man, most likely. One so deeply entrenched in the depth of his addiction that the only relief he'd been able to find lay with he woman beneath him, covered in his come- she'd become his dirtiest fantasy.








The strongest drug that exists for a human is another human being.

If he could live in pussy, he would. It was his weakness, his addiction, the one thing he'd give up anything and everything for.
And he nearly had.


He wanted to f*ck her, own her, devour her, if only for the next few minutes.
She was tempting the beast, the one he tried and always failed to hide, and with every word and gesture, she incited the hunger, the ache he felt deep in the pit of his stomach.
He couldn’t decide which pain was worse: the physical agony, the fucked way he’d used and disposed of another human being, or the guilt and humiliation of having to acknowledge who he really was.
"My name is Evan James, and I am a sex addict."



“No need to get defensive. We’re old friends now, right? Oh, you don’t mind if I sit here, do you? Don’t worry. I won’t interfere in your attempt at picking up a girl barely out of high school. If you’re in the mood for a limp body, that one’s a keeper.”
“Just making friendly conversation,” he replied. “A skill you obviously haven’t mastered.”
“If I recall correctly, it wasn’t my conversation skills you wanted me to master.”
“No, your mouth is much more appealing when it’s filled.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Took me long, tortured hours to perfect that skill,” she said with a broad smile.
“I doubt it was torture. You seemed to rather enjoy being on your knees.”






Wait, book 2 is Reagan's (Evan's boss!!) POV.....so we get same story just different person saying and doing the same thing!!!! Really!!!!![]()


‘If he could live in pussy, he would. It was his weakness, his addiction, the one thing he’d give up anything and everything for. And he nearly had.’

“Okay, okay,” she relented. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”
“By teasing me? Don’t insinuate anything you don’t plan to follow through on.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I think we both know I don’t have a problem with follow through.”
“I’ve noticed, and so has every other man who’s ever laid eyes on you. It’s hard not to be drawn to someone like you. Femme fatale. That’s what makes you so dangerous.”
A vixen smile spread across Reagan’s lips. “Oh, you have to stop with the compliments today. First, I’m the devil, and now, a femme fatale? I’m starting to think you like me.”
“I don’t like anyone.” He smirked. “At least not for more than a night.”
She let out a loud laugh. “You’re full of shit, Evan James. But I’ll let you keep that cocky exterior up in case anyone tries to see past it.”

‘He wondered what she’d do if he touched her now. If he said exactly what he was thinking. Fuck it.
“Maybe that’s what you want,” he said, his voice low and seductive like a vampire compelling its prey. She wasn’t moving, so he took that as a sign to continue. “Maybe you like the idea of me hiking that tight-as-fuck skirt up your legs, bending you over my desk, and shoving inside of you” – he paused and leaned a little closer – “just as I’ve been imagining all day.”’
“You’re the fucking problem, because for the last two weeks, I’ve had a fucking erection I can’t seem to get rid of. Day after day, I’ve watched you walk around, making my cock fucking ache to sink inside you again, and you know what? I’ve been on my best behavior. I’ve looked, yeah. I won’t lie. But did I touch? No…I went home and tried to forget. Tried to somehow relieve this craving you’ve built deep inside me, but I think I’ve finally worked it out…” His eyes trailed down her neck, watching her pulse beat rapidly as she lowered her arms to the desk to steady herself. “It’s you. I want you.”










“The strongest drug that exists for a human is another human being.” - Anonymous
“How long would he do this? This endless f**king cycle he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his face in his hands once more, unable to keep looking at that which he hated.”
“You know, that night, I thought you were a gift sent to ease all my sexual urges. For a few hours, anyway. But now, I realize you’re just a spawn of the devil sent to make my life a living hell.”