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Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

My body is taking over in a way I’ve never experienced. This man has melted my brain. My heart is beating so fast I’m afraid I might pass out. But what if this is a huge mistake? Richard is still my boss.

“Are you sure you want this?” I breathe, my ribcage bobbing up and down convulsively.

“Walker”—his teeth find my earlobe—“we reached the point of no return a while ago.”

Yeah, agreed.

Richard bends slightly and swings an arm behind my knees, lifting me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

There, on his bed, we make love. I’m confident we’re not just having sex. Yes, it’s sensual, and heated… but if he does not say so in words, the way Richard looks at me tells me everything. I’ve never made love keeping my eyes open, but with Richard, it seems impossible to close them.

***

Joy. Indecent bliss. Never have I ever felt so good in my life. I roll over the bed, only to crash-land on hard muscle.

I blink. “Mmm, I remember this room…”

Richard brushes a strand of hair off my face. “Hope this time you remember why you’re here.”

Oh, I so do. Flashes of last night make me blush.

“I see that you do.” Richard grabs my hand and kisses the tips of my fingers.

“I might need a little reminder.”

“Careful what you wish for…”

I giggle as Richard throws the blankets away and his lips start their magic again…

In a fog of passion and burning emotions, the rest of the day is spent in bed. We only leave to take Chevron for a very short walk. I can’t stop smiling and feeling all dreamy and happy and, well… sated.

Saturday night, we attempt to leave Richard’s apartment to get some dinner. But it’s a stupid mistake. We get seated and we order like two normal people would. But then we start this flirtatious eye game, which evolves in us casually touching each other’s arms or legs, until we’re kissing—ahem, making out in the restaurant like two teenagers. By the time the food arrives, Richard asks for everything to be boxed. He pays the bill and we’re back at his house and in bed less than an hour after we left.

***

Sunday evening is when the bubble of happiness bursts. The pin comes in the form of an ominous suggestion from Richard. It happens in the late afternoon while we’re drinking tea on the couch, my bare legs in his lap and Chevron lying quietly on the living room rug.