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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 sight of her shattered like this and by my hand sends me right over the edge with her.

“Fuck. Yes.” It’s a half-growl, half-shout, seconds before my world goes black, then white, as consuming pleasure blazes through me and leaves me wanting more. Of her. Of this.

Always more.

We stay like that for a moment—her lips parted, eyes shut tight, skin flushed—while I feel like I’ve just been to battle and come out victorious on the other side.

My pants are still around my ankles and her dress is still up over her hips when I slip out of her and sigh. She turns to face me, and the disheveled look in her hazel eyes makes me want to take her all over again.

She straightens her dress, and fuck, if that isn’t an image that will fuel my fantasies for years. Lips swollen, hair wild, cheeks flushed.

“Guess we need to figure out how to celebrate this kind of first, huh?” Then she throws her head back and laughs.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Hendrix

Now what?

That’s the question I keep asking myself as we drive home in the limo from the gala. Something has shifted, changed, and I don’t know what exactly that is.

It’s in Jase’s silence as he stares outside at the world passing by.

It’s in the energy crackling between us. It feels different. More undeniable. More real.

My go-to in these situations is to crack a joke, to lighten the mood with something silly, but I don’t say a word. It’s like an inexplicable line was crossed, and I don’t know how to navigate that.

So I let the silence stretch, and a suffocating weight settles between us.

Did I do something wrong?

I thought the sex was fun and flirty . . . definitely the hottest thing I’ve ever done . . . but did something happen after that when we went back to the party for the short time before the car came?

When we step inside the house, the tension only thickens to the point that I can’t stand it anymore.

“So what gives?” I ask. My heels are in one hand and I hold them up as I shrug. “What did I do wrong? Why are you not talking?”

Jase just looks at me like a tiger casing his prey, and I’m not sure if I should be unnerved by it or turned on.

But his lack of words wreaks havoc on my nerves.

“Hello? Say something. Anything?”

“Not a big fan of all the men talking to you tonight.”

“Pot? Meet kettle,” I say and roll my eyes. He can’t be serious. Madison was far from the only woman hoping to get beneath him tonight.

“Still. Not a fan.”