| Author: | Linda Wythim | ISBN: | 9781533723567 |
| Publisher: | Linda Wythim | Publication: | April 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Linda Wythim |
| ISBN: | 9781533723567 |
| Publisher: | Linda Wythim |
| Publication: | April 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
I was on cloud nine.
College was a few weeks behind me, and now here I was in my first apartment. Free at last. And having so much fun now that I was exploring my basest desires, able to bring whomever I wanted home from the club. It doesn’t get any better than this.
Then I met Harley at the club, and great got even better.
Harley was one of those men everyone dreams of being with. A chiseled body that you want to kiss every inch of. That strong, magnetic personality that doesn’t accept no. But those eyes! Dark, brooding eyes that are unflinching. Men move out of the way when Harley walks through. Even straight men look at Harley with admiration. He is the total package. And he is into me.
But men like Harley, they have their demands.
Demands that I would never have dreamed of participating in. Demands that tear at the very boundaries that define a person. And the scary part is, the more I acquiesce, my body responds. Responds like never before. I have never felt so alive…so…so…out of control.
Then he just disappeared, as quickly as I found him.
I couldn't just let him escape now that I finally have found him. So I did what any other lunatic gripped by love would do. I put on my detective hat and tracked him down. Now I wish I hadn't. Wish I wasn't so addicted to him that I was leaving behind any semblance of sane boundaries.
I was on cloud nine.
College was a few weeks behind me, and now here I was in my first apartment. Free at last. And having so much fun now that I was exploring my basest desires, able to bring whomever I wanted home from the club. It doesn’t get any better than this.
Then I met Harley at the club, and great got even better.
Harley was one of those men everyone dreams of being with. A chiseled body that you want to kiss every inch of. That strong, magnetic personality that doesn’t accept no. But those eyes! Dark, brooding eyes that are unflinching. Men move out of the way when Harley walks through. Even straight men look at Harley with admiration. He is the total package. And he is into me.
But men like Harley, they have their demands.
Demands that I would never have dreamed of participating in. Demands that tear at the very boundaries that define a person. And the scary part is, the more I acquiesce, my body responds. Responds like never before. I have never felt so alive…so…so…out of control.
Then he just disappeared, as quickly as I found him.
I couldn't just let him escape now that I finally have found him. So I did what any other lunatic gripped by love would do. I put on my detective hat and tracked him down. Now I wish I hadn't. Wish I wasn't so addicted to him that I was leaving behind any semblance of sane boundaries.
