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66 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 8, 2025
I look up into his eyes. They’re dark and serious, and for a second, I lose the thread of everything. Brittany, the cheating, the three-hundred-dollar bracelet on the coffee table. All of it drops away. There’s only this big guy standing inches from me, asking if I want to put on a little theater.
There’s a vulnerability in the way he’s lost to the sensation, in the way he’s letting me see him like this. Then his eyes snap open, and they lock on mine. And in that moment, I know. This isn’t about research anymore. This isn’t about revenge. This isn’t even about Brittany. This is about us. Him and me.
But the rest of my brain, the primal, lizard-brain part that’s been running the show since I walked into this room, is singing a different tune. It’s telling me to spread my legs wider. To arch my back. To offer myself up. Because I want it. God help me, I want it.
This must be how he talks to his teammates on the field. Not these words, obviously—that would be weird—but the tone: a mix of praise and commands that makes you want to push yourself, to prove yourself. He’s coaching me through this. And I’m a willing student, eager to learn, to please, to do whatever he asks of me.
But with Chase, there’s none of that. There’s no room for anything else. There are only his arms around me, his body inside mine, his lips against my throat.