LOGINChapter 2 - The SinIt wasn't gentle. It was years of wanting. His beard scraped my chin and his hands came up to frame my face and I made a desperate sound into his mouth that embarrassed me even as it left me.He walked me backward until my back hit the door and pinned me there with his body. He was bigger than Michael. Broader. He kissed me like he was trying to consume me, tongue sliding against mine, teeth catching my lower lip, and I grabbed his shirt and held on."God," he breathed against my throat. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He kissed the hollow under my ear. "I wanted to be Micheal so badly everyday.”He pulled back and looked at me. His chest was rising and falling fast."Tell me what you want," he said.I reached for his belt.He caught my wrist. "No. Tell me.""I want you to fuck me," I said. The words came out flat and plain and true, and saying them out loud made my stomach flip. "I want you to fuck me on this desk till I can't think of anything
Chapter 1 - The Contract The conference room smelled like fresh coffee and new carpet, and I'd been sitting in it for three hours with a laptop open in front of me and a smile I'd been holding in place since ten o'clock.I watched the two men across the table sign their names in blue ink on the final page. Fifteen years of my husband's life, and mine folded into it, every late night and maxed-out credit card and every dinner I'd eaten alone while Michael and Caleb chased this thing. And here it was, finally, the billion-dollar contract, the one that would take us from a mid-tier firm to a name people said out loud."There we go," Michael said, and I could hear the grin in his voice without looking up. "Gentlemen, welcome aboard."Whitfield capped his pen and slid the contract back across the table. "You've got a good operation here, Michael. Clean records, straight answers. That's rare.""I give the credits for the clean records to my wife, Elizabeth's," Michael said.I looked up and
Chapter 4 - The Moment I kissed her and walked her backward to the bed, and we fell onto it together, her hands on my back and her legs around mine, her mouth on my neck. I kissed down her throat and her collarbone and her chest, and when my mouth closed around her nipple she gasped and arched and pressed her breast against my face. "Nghhh…" I sucked harder. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she pulled me closer, and I moved to the other breast and gave it the same slow, hungry attention, and she moaned and rolled her hips up against mine. "Fuck," she breathed. "I haven't… it's been…" "I know. Me neither,” I said, breathless. “Tell me what you want." "I want you inside me," she said. "Right now. Please." I pushed her underwear down her legs and she did the same to mine, and then I was on top of her with my cock pressed against her thigh, and she reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me once, twice, and I groaned into her neck. "Fuck, Claire…" I positi
Chapter 3 - The Coffee The coffee shop on Fourth Street was small and warm and smelled like roasted beans and cinnamon, and I got there twenty minutes early. I ordered a decaf… no caffeine anymore, doctor's orders, and I sat down at a table by the window and waited. She came in at two on the dot. She saw me and walked over and sat down across from me. "Hi," she said. "Hi." For a second neither of us said anything. Then she smiled. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Good. Really good." I put my hand on my chest. “I'm glad the surgery was a success." I looked at her. She was looking down at her coffee, stirring it. "I don't know how to thank you," I said. "I've been trying to figure out the words for weeks and I can't find them. So I'm just going to say it plainly. Thank you, Claire. For saving my life.” She looked up. "You don't have to keep thanking me." "I do. I will. Every day for the rest of my life, probably." She laughed a little. "He would have wanted this," she
Chapter 2 - The GiftThe paperwork took three days.Three days of tests and blood draws and consultations with surgeons who spoke in clipped, careful sentences and looked at me like I was a machine they were about to rebuild. Claire signed everything they put in front of her. She came to the hospital on the second day with her hair pulled back and no makeup and dark circles under her eyes, and she sat across from me in a small conference room while a transplant coordinator walked us through consent forms and matched blood types and crossmatching results.I didn't know what to say to her. I kept trying to find the words and they all felt wrong.She signed the last form and slid it across the table and stood up to leave, and I stood up too, too fast, and had to grab the back of the chair."Claire."She stopped at the door."I'm going to take care of it," I said. "I don't know if that means anything to you. But I'm going to take good care of it. I'm not going to waste it."She looked at
Chapter 1 - The HeartThe cardiologist's office smelled like antiseptic and old magazines, and I'd been sitting in the same hard plastic chair for forty minutes with my hands folded in my lap like a kid waiting outside the principal's office.Dr. Fred shuffled through the papers on his desk and didn't look up. I'd known the man for six years now… through the first diagnosis. Today he wasn't saying anything at all, and that was worse."Just tell me," I said.He set the papers down and folded his hands on top of them and finally looked at me. "Your ejection fraction is down to eighteen percent, Matthew. That's a significant drop from your last appointment. The medications aren't holding it anymore.""Okay,” I said immediately, my hands fidgeting. “We can try something else right?” "I'm sorry, but at this stage," his voice was gentle and that was how I knew it was bad. "You need a transplant. Sooner rather than later. I'd say within six months, and I'd rather not wait that long."The wo
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa







