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Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The hand I scrub over my face smells like her skin—light . . . floral—and with a hint of pussy. I grin. Every man’s fucking dream.

I take a step back from the bed, from her, and know sleep won’t come now. Not after that. Not after tonight.

Time to go back to the studio.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Hendrix

Have a good day at work, wife.

Have a good day writing, husband.

The imaginary conversation I had with Jase when I left the house this morning plays through my head like I’m trying to justify why, when I woke up, the bed was empty beside me.

He doesn’t owe me anything. Not a kiss goodbye. Not even his presence in the kitchen. And clearly not a warm spot in the bed beside me.

That’s not to say I wouldn’t have minded seeing him this morning before I left.

This is just fun. Just a fling. Just me using him as a rebound to figuratively rinse the taste of Paul out of my mouth and yet . . . last night was incredible.

Operation Live-A-Little started off with a massive bang. Literally.

I can’t stop thinking about it, about him, and the snapshots flash through my mind over and over and over.

And how I came harder than I ever have in my life. Like . . . whoa.

My ring still feels foreign, heavy on my finger, and it’s more noticeable than ever as I unlock the door from the inside to greet Sammy. I’ve wondered if he should perhaps man the back entry where I come in each morning and leave every night, but I’m sure all of this is unnecessary anyway.

“Morning, Miss Wright,” he says.

“Morning, Sammy.”

Because I am Miss Wright to everyone still for a little bit longer before I am known as Mrs. Gizmodo.

That thought combined with the memory of his hands on me, of his tongue—good God the man has a great tongue—and his cock make my body heat.

Just sex, Hendrix.

Sex, to date, has been “meh.” But sex with Jase? It was I want to tell the world sex. Spectacular. Those multi-talented fingers certainly knew how to bring me to orgasm. Three times. Now I understand why some people talk about sex as if it’s some be-all and end-all thing.

I throw my keys on the back counter and draw in a deep breath. So much to do and so little time. The metal racks lining the far wall are stacked with sheets upon sheets where I left the cookies, all five hundred of them, to cool last night before I left. I have another bazillion to go. As much as I’m behind, I’m on course with my lateness and have a plan to finish by the deadline.