Jayne Rylon

Bad enough I’d gotten fucking depressed, like actually clinically depressed, for the first time in my life.

I came dangerously close to splattering into total road kill, even picking up a few bad habits. You know, like drinking alone until I blacked out and smoking pot more than recreationally to help forget.

“I have a rush fee option, but I warn you, it’s steep.”

He doesn’t hesitate or flinch. “I’ll pay you double.”

“For twenty grand I’ll make time whenever you need me.”

Instead of pouncing on my poorly worded response or taking the opportunity to make an innuendo-filled crack, he turns humble. Somehow that’s even sexier on him, that hint of gentleness.

Help me.

Swallowing hard, I meet his stare with my pleading one.

Please make the first move. I need you to do it.

Kaden is fucking the shit out of me and loving every second of it.

All I wanted this morning were some goddamn pretty pancakes and an epic fuck.

Instead I got a blackmail scandal, a massive fight, and the return of the other half of my soul, who could ruin everything I barely salvaged once today.

Fuck this. I’m going back to bed.

I slam the door in Cortez’s face.

He grudgingly sticks out his hand. I drop the card into it, trying not to notice how sexy his long fingers are. Who has sexy fingers?

Why does it suddenly seem like maybe I’m not doing what’s best for Kaden by standing between him and Santiago?

My stomach churns. I’ve spent a lot of time worrying that Kaden will ditch me and go back to Cortez. Maybe he should. Am I being selfish by keeping him to myself?

“I’ll never forget that I’m yours.”

“Good. And about me bottoming…”

“What about it?” I blink up at him.

“Will it make you think less of me to see me submit?”

“I should punch you in the gut for that.” I scowl.

“What? It’s a serious fucking question.” He tries to hug me. I slap his hands away.