“Fuck, Kins. You feel so good.” His voice is rough and that on its own does things to me, another orgasm builds.

Tanner guides my hand down between us, placing my fingers on that delicate bundle of nerves. “Play,” he commands. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His voice matches that dark look I saw in his eyes moments ago. I reach down and stroke myself. Once. Twice. I whimper, I’m not going to be able to hold off any longer. Then I climax — again. My back arches and Tanner thrusts into me finding his own release. This is exactly what I needed to wake up to today. Happy Birthday to me.

Tanner collapses down onto his forearms, peppering kisses across my breasts. Once we have both caught our breath he stands and his eyes rake over me. “I better get going.” His lips brush my forehead as he helps me down off the island bench. “And you better go shower and get dressed, you know, in case anyone else pops over unannounced”.

I laugh, as I begin walking towards the stairs. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as he fixes himself back into his jeans. He meets my eyes, winks and heads for the door.

Tanner is my escape from reality. I don’t have to think when I’m with him. Before Tanner, I was empty. Now, I’m alive. Other than how I like my coffee and my orgasms the guy knows nothing about me, and that is exactly how I want it to stay. It’s just easier this way.

Six months earlier …

Pulling up outside a two-storey townhouse close to the city center, I double-check the address which I scribbled onto a piece of paper. I feel as though I’m stepping into a fairytale … Narrow and tall, white with black trimmings and greenery creeping up to the second-storey balcony.

There is no driveway and the allocated parking is on the road. Maybe I should just sell my car? Who am I kidding, I’m not a city girl. What the hell am I thinking?

Before I can give myself any more time to change my mind I grab my purse and jump out. Rounding my car, I look to the open door of the townhouse, as a gorgeous tanned man with messy dark brown hair steps out.

Crap Kinsley, you are in trouble here, girl.

Tearing my eyes away before he notices me eye-fucking him, I take a deep breath and as gracefully as a country girl can, walk over to my new home.

“I’m guessing you’re not Mrs Hayes,” I say shyly and offer my hand for him to shake.

He laughs, and it does something to me, a strange feeling in my stomach. Are these butterflies?

I am way in over my head here.

“Annette is my mother, my name is Tanner.” His firm shake sends a shiver up my arm.