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125 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 21, 2017

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”I kept thinking all I wanted to do was walk out to your desk, bend you over, and spank you. Make you pay for leaving me so aroused.”
I didn’t even care anymore to stop the inevitable.
”I don’t want to imprison you. I want to fly with you.”




I was already addicted to his dirty, filthy ways.

Go home with me.”
My throat was dry, but I managed to stammer, “I can’t. I have rules.”
“Break them.”




‘My chest was heaving up and down as he pulled away to study my features. He wiped a tear from under my eye. "Go home with me."
My throat was so dry, but I managed to stammer, "I can't. I have rules."
"Break them."
Then, maybe because I’d already broken rules with him— because he already knew more than just the mystery of my name, he knew where I worked, because he had my panties at his house— or maybe just because I wanted to so bad, because I was interested in a different story than the one I'd been living for so many years...
"Okay."’
‘I liked this guy. I like how he looked. I liked how he moved. I certainly liked how he kissed. I liked how he knew the dirty things I wanted him to say and do to me. If this was a mistake, it was going to be worth it.’

"Nathan Sinclair, you might be the sexiest man I've ever met. And I have met a lot of sexy man."
His hand found my knee under the table, and he pushed it higher, up under my skirt to my bare thigh. "Does that mean I can go home with you? Because I really, really want to fuck the hell out of you right now."
And it was stupid, and it was not what I’d intended for the evening at all, but I answered in exactly the same way I had the last time he'd asked. "Okay."
‘My heart jumped in my chest and I remembered what it felt like suddenly the first time I’d gone to Coney Island, the first time I rode the Ferris wheel up to the tippy top and the way it felt to come back down, like my heart was still in the sky, even though my body was tumbling towards the ground.
That's what it felt like when I thought about Nate. Like I was swearing and tumbling all at once. Like I was flying and falling. It was the float and the tug, searching for equilibrium.’


