Chapters (85)
- BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
- ONE
- Rosey
- TWO
- Byron
- THREE
- Rosey
- FOUR
- Byron
- FIVE
- Rosey
- SIX
- Byron
- SEVEN
- Rosey
- EIGHT
- Rosey
- NINE
- Byron
- TEN
- Rosey
- ELEVEN
- Byron
- TWELVE
- Rosey
- THIRTEEN
- Byron
- FOURTEEN
- Rosey
- FIFTEEN
- Rosey
- SIXTEEN
- Byron
- SEVENTEEN
- Rosey
- EIGHTEEN
- Byron
- NINETEEN
- Rosey
- TWENTY
- Rosey
- TWENTY-ONE
- Byron
- TWENTY-TWO
- Byron
- TWENTY-THREE
- Rosey
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Rosey
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Byron
- TWENTY-SIX
- Rosey
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- Byron
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- Rosey
- TWENTY-NINE
- Byron
- THIRTY
- Rosey
- THIRTY-ONE
- Rosey
- THIRTY-TWO
- Byron
- THIRTY-THREE
- Rosey
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Rosey
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Byron
- THIRTY-SIX
- Rosey
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- Byron
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- Byron
- EPILOGUE
- A month later – New York City
- 14 months later - Star Falls
- MR. MAYFAIR
- Beck
- Beck
- Stella
- BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
I know what she’s thinking. I know exactly what she’s thinking. I want it too. I want to be in front of the fire, naked and under her, over her, inside her. I want to be kissing and sucking and licking and biting. I want to be exploring and wondering and making her moan.
I want her.
I push a hand through my hair. “I’ll get you a drink.” I grab a glass from the cupboard and turn on the faucet. I need some iced water over my head right about now.
When I turn back to the living room, Rosey’s right there in front of me. I hand her the drink. Her fingers circle the glass, but I don’t release it. I can’t move. Don’t want to.
I scan her face, looking for signs that she doesn’t want this. All I see is her desire. Want. Need.
I pull the glass from her hand and put it on the counter behind me.
She’s stayed stock-still.
“Rosey,” I say. It’s a question. Do you want this as much as I want this? Can I kiss you? Can I have you?
“Yes,” she releases on a sigh. Then she nods, in case there was any doubt.
I close the distance between us and dig my hand into her hair, holding her in place. My eyes flit from hers to her mouth.
“Tell me no,” I say. It would be easier if she did. It would be far simpler if I didn’t have any entanglements here in Star Falls. The only label I want here is owner of the Colorado Club. I want any labels I’ve had in my past—son of Mack Miller, the kid whose father gambled away the farm, the boy whose father died—I want them all to dissolve until it’s just me and the Club, one entity, zero tragic backstory. I certainly don’t want to be the guy who fucks his employees.
But I can’t walk away from this moment unless Rosey tells me to.
She shakes her head. “I’m telling you yes.”
I close my eyes in a long blink, accepting my fate.
Her fingers sweep over my jaw when I press my lips against hers. She moans, and I take advantage of the moment, sliding my tongue though her lips. I want to know her. I want to explore every inch of her.
I pull her closer. I don’t want any space between us. No gaps. No secrets. Nothing unsaid.