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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Painful
  3. Books By S.C. Stephens
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author

Well, damn. “Oh, hey now…I didn’t say that,” I murmured with a laugh. I couldn’t stop the image that popped into my head. God, I should not be thinking about her chained to my bed. I did not need a stiffy while Evan was sitting right next to me. But then I heard a sound that cooled my fire…and filled me with longing. The throaty growl of a really fucking cool car. “Did you just start my baby?” I asked with a sigh. Was it wrong that I missed the Chevelle too?

Kiera laughed, amused by my obsession with my car. “Well, I do have to drive her home, so…yeah.”

I immediately sat up straighter. “Well, you shouldn’t drive and talk on the phone, so I’ll let you go.” I didn’t want my baby—or her—injured because we were chatting, and she was distracted.

I could tell she was frowning as she murmured, “Okay…I love you.”

Loving this constant connection to her, a happy sigh left me. “I love you too. I’ll call you later tonight.”

We said goodbye, then I disconnected and put the phone back in my pocket. Evan was looking at me funny as I did. “What?” I asked.

He twisted in his seat to face me. “That conversation reminded me of something…I think we need to talk.”

Genuinely clueless, I scrunched my face trying to think about anything we would possibly need to talk about that would make him look so…annoyed. The crack about phone sex? It wasn’t like I’d actually whip it out and jack-off in front of him. I had some class. “Okay…about what?”

Lips pursed, he lifted an eyebrow at me. “The photo.”

“What pho…?” My words died as I stared at him openmouthed. Oh…right. That photo. “Jenny told you?” I said, cringing.

Lips still twisted, he nodded. “Yep. Right after she did it.”

Biting my lip, I searched Evan’s face for signs of violence. Would he hit me for that? I probably should have cleared it with him first. No, I definitely should have cleared it with him first. Asking his girlfriend to take a very sexy, nearly nude photograph probably crossed about a dozen guy-code lines. Damn it. Sometimes I didn’t think things through well enough.