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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 15, 2017






The man just looked at him for a long moment.
He was very attractive, Sam realized with discomfort and annoyance.
It wasn’t as though he had a problem with handsome men; it was just… he didn’t like the effect they had on him. Sam tended to blush, stammer, and do stupid things around handsome blokes (who were always either straight or uninterested in him, which made the whole thing even more mortifying). Hormones were awful and being eighteen sucked.


⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not bad, but not good*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Dominic clarified, letting his shirt fall open, revealing his broad, muscular chest and absolutely mouthwatering set of abs, with a trail of dark hair disappearing into his waistband. Sam almost whined at the unfairness of it. Why were the hot ones always straight?
“Touch my hole. I like when men play with my hole.” Dominic made a strangled noise. Sometimes it was hard to believe how utterly shameless Sammy could be.
“The answer to your question is yes, by the way,” he said, opening the door. Sam frowned, confused. “What?”
“Orphans do make the best recruits.”
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“I’m glad it’s you—that you’re my first sugar daddy.”
He was nothing but a weapon. Some would call him a cold-blooded killer. Some would call him a two-faced, manipulative bastard. They wouldn’t be wrong.
It was interesting that the agent’s guard wasn’t down at all; he just seemed to regard the redhead as… something safe? Perhaps something that was included in his personal bubble? Like an extension of him.
