A handsome boy was lying in bed behind me, but the condescending leer on his face made me want to run away.
Too bad he was my boyfriend.
“Why are you getting all dressed up? It’s barely eight o’clock.”
I ignored him and hooked the bra behind my back, picking up my clothes from the floor before ducking into the bathroom. I wanted to lock the door, but Macon hated that. I didn’t want him to get mad or break down the door, not tonight. I should have been out the door half an hour ago but I had to clean up after sex with
Praise for Sara Fawkes:
“A titillating story that was enjoyable and very hot…suspenseful and full of intrigue.” –The Romance Reader
“Steaming hot, scandalicious to the nth degree…” – Scandalicious Book Reviews
“A crazy, erotic trip into the world of money and sexual submission on a billionaire scale. With a lot of sex, a bit of romance, plenty of toys, and lots of guns this story doesn’t have a dull moment.” – The Season for Romance