Dirty Little Secret

“Please,” I added, letting a hint of my desperation show.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up the card, brushed off a few errant coffee grounds, and extended it toward me. “No skin off my ass.”

I glanced at Cooper’s intense stare and felt my cheeks burn, so I looked away and flicked the drain open with my toe. He opened a huge towel and lifted me when I stood, wrapping me inside and carrying me back to his bed.

Stan nodded quickly. “Of course. Do what you need to do.”

his powerful body

enticingly. His crisp dress shirt was navy, contrasted by his silver tie.

would be there.

He was dressed in his charcoal-gray suit—one of my favorites. The fine material stretched across his sculpted biceps and wide shoulders

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Nice way to greet me, asshole

To cater to people’s . . . desires

I couldn’t resist the urges that were stirring deep inside