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221 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 9, 2017

“You aren’t selling yourself to the highest bidder. You’re looking for a partner. One who’ll”—he grinned—“turn you on in ways you can’t even imagine.”
-- Ethan, owner of La Petite Mort Club
Sarah: “Good boy.” Her eyes sparkled at him.
Nick: “I’m not a boy or a damn dog. Get back over here.” He was about done with this. If he didn’t get out of his pants soon his dick was going to have zipper prints permanently embedded in it.
He opened her shirt and his dick got even harder as unbelievable as that was. She’d gone with the good-girl, plain white bra and it was hot especially with her nipples hard as little pebbles and poking through the cloth.
-- Nick
These arms, these muscles should get a medal. She smiled slightly. Maybe the medal should go to his penis but the arms deserved something.
-- Sarah
It was getting harder and harder for her to deny him anything.
-- Sarah
Sarah: “You only want more time because you can’t have it.”
Nick: “That’s not true. I want more time with you because I can’t imagine not having you again.”