Author Note: This can be read as a stand alone; however, it is recommended to read prior novels first.
I’m an asshole; I know it, and I’ve never pretended to be anything else. I have a crazy flip switch temper but it made me the man I am today. I’m at the top of my game, a fighter with a reputation of a battler in the ring and an alpha in the bedroom.
I don’t have to chase women; they chase me. When I’m done with them, they’re left craving more. I’ve never needed more – never wanted more.
Until…her.
I’ve never wanted anyone so badly before, but my attraction to her could kill her.
Is the temptation worth the risk?
****Warning: This book contains strong sexual content, violence, and foul language. Intended for ages 18 and over. *****
The warm rays of
the bright sun shine through the window as the morning draws near. The light
hits my eyes, causing them to open slowly as my body wakes steadily. Blurred
vision greets me as my grogginess from lack of sleep settles in. Rubbing my
eyes awake, I open them, taking in my surroundings.
Remembering the
events of the night before, I recall that I’m in Harley’s room. Her briefcase
is nestled on the desk, her jewelry is displayed on the nightstand, and her
robe is neatly folded next to the bed.
My head turns to
face her and I see she’s still asleep, in the same position she was in last
night. Twisting my body to face her back, I inch closer to her as she sleeps,
desperately trying to not wake her up. My eyes roam, watching the gorgeous
brunette sleep next to me. Her long dark hair lays across her shoulder and
along the pillow. As I inch forward, a hint of coconut shampoo fills my
nostrils.
Fighting the urge
to touch her, my eyes study her face. A few beauty marks on her cheek
coincidently form a triangle, causing a smile to form on my lips. Inching
slowly, desperate to feel her skin on my fingertips, my hand moves closer to
her bare shoulder. The tips of my fingers graze her soft skin as tingles
electrify me from just the tiniest touch. With caution, my hand trails down her
shoulder toward her arm in a sensual fashion. Memorizing every inch, every iota
of her skin, I relish in this brief moment.
Just as I bend my
head to press a soft kiss on her shoulder, the alarm buzzes, startling me as my
hand retreats away from her body and under the covers. She groans awake while
reaching over toward the nightstand to shut it off and rubbing her eyes.
I yawn, pretending
I’m just waking up as well, and do a pretend stretch just to be on the safe
side.
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Madison Street was born in New York City and was raised in the Bronx, where she resided until she was 17 years old. After 9/11, Madison joined the United States Navy to serve her country.
During the deployments, Madison constantly wrote short stories and she discovered her passion for writing. You will find Madison always on the computer, whether she's on Facebook, designing websites, messing with Photoshop, or writing for her blog.
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