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165 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 18, 2015











"I just reminded you that there is a truth worth living for.”


He’d slowly backed her into the mirror as she threw angry words at him. Now there was nowhere to go. His body, tense with anger and frustration, stopped just short of pressing into her. With every sharp inhale her breasts brushed his chest.
“I need this. I have to do something this weekend–” He stopped, glanced at the wall between them and the showroom, visibly restrained himself and lifted his hands from her shoulders, then ducked his head and swore under his breath. “I’m using you, and God, all I want right now is to kiss you.”
“No.” Flat. Final. If she let him kiss her in the heat of the moment, she would cross a line with herself that she could never recover from.
He bent his head but didn’t angle his mouth to take hers, as if he knew that if he crossed that line it was well and truly over between them. He didn’t even touch her again, just braced his forearms on either side of her head. A hair’s breadth of air between his skin and hers as he drew his lips over her cheekbone, then the bridge of her nose, then over the other cheekbone. The only part of him to touch her was the breath that came from his lungs, and it suddenly seemed more intense than making love. Tiny delicate hairs rose in the wake of each movement, and the sweetness of the near-touches, his parted lips, the soft warm breath, sent a shiver down her nape to pool hot and sweet between her thighs.


"You pay attention, so on the surface, the stories are beautiful when I expect them to be sordid. I love beauty. But I shouldn't. . . . "








