I think my vibrator is broken.It must be. I’m not willing to admit the alternative—that my orgasm is maybe a little broken.At least I have my orgasm, I rationalized while pouring a cup of coffee. It was a lackluster and the spark seemed to have disappeared somewhat, but it was still there. It was enough to get rid of the sexual frustration.Of course, I know how to fix it. All I have to do is think about a certain British man and wheeee! There she is. But that is not a smart move.I was beginning to crave a man I barely knew.The sound of his voice, the brush of his fingertips across my palm, the darkness of his gaze. Every minute I spent with him only added fuel to the fire. I was attracted to him in a way that was forbidden, if only by myself. I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting.Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in

I collapsed back onto my sofa. Pizza, a late night working, and the 30 Day Shred are not an ideal combination. In fact, they’re not desirable. Not in the slightest.My phone rang, I reached for it lazily, not moving from my slouched position. “Hello?” I groaned into the receiver.“Am I interrupting something?”The British accent made me sit up. I moaned at the ache in my muscles. “Yes. You interrupted my post-workout collapse.”“Post-workout? Does that mean I’m talking to you and you’re all sweaty?” His tone was suggestive, and I wanted to rip his face off through the phone.“If I’m not sweaty, I’m not doing it right,” I retorted, swinging my legs around so my feet are on the floor. “Bypassing the question of how you got my number, why are you calling me?”“Dayton wants me to invite you for lunch.” “Why can’t she call

“We need to go,” he said, walking past me in strong strides.I stayed where I was, my keys in my palm, and stared at him. I’ve never felt tension like this. Wanting like this. He yanked open my front door and turned to look at me. “Brenda! We need to go,” he repeated, his voice just as husky. “Unless you want me to drag you back into your bedroom and remove those clothes, we need to fucking leave.”Those words flipped a switch in my brain and I all but ran past him and down the stairs. I heard his footsteps echo in the stairwell behind me as I reached the small lobby and bursted outside. It was raining again, and no sooner have fat raindrops hit the top of my head than I’m pulled back inside by a strong arm around my stomach.His body was hot against mine, his chest flushed against my back, my ass curving against his erection. One of his hands was flat against my stomach, the other cupping my hip. He w

Ivan grabbed my arm and tugged me into what looked like an office. He closed the door behind us and spinned me into him. “You really are a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”“Fuck you, asshole.” I glared up at him, shaking his hand from my arm and stepped back.“Damn, Brenda. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” he said with a smirk.“Why? So it can go right over your egotistically enlarged head?”“I might consider it for a moment. Actually, on second thought, you’re right. I won’t pay any attention.”“You are the most arrogant, self-entitled, patronizing bastard I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my life,” I hissed anyway. “And before you mention the pleasure, because you inevitably will, you should know the displeasure far outweighs the measly amount of pleasure you’ve given me.”Ivan’s eyes darken, a

My feet pounded against the sidewalk as I jogged toward Stone Advertising Headquarters for my meeting with my agent. The wind was biting but welcome. Each breeze smacked me in the face as I ran into it as if it could knock sense into me.I fought against the urge to take a deep breath as I rounded the corner and the imposed building came into view. Since Aaron moved here to be with Dayton, the Seattle office had taken over the New York one as the lead one. It was always crazy busy with people constantly running in and out, dashing to elevators, and speaking into cellphones.Again, I found myself thankful for the chill outside. It means I wqs not sweaty as I worked my way through the busy lobby in my yoga pants and new Nikes.I took the elevator to the third floor, and the receptionist smiled at me.“Take a seat, Miss Warren. I’ll let Modester know you’re here.”“Thanks.” That girl had an incredible memory. I swea