Cameron Hart

I also want to curl up in his lap and dissolve into him. I want to stitch together his broken heart and make it my own.

Our last real conversation was three days ago when I basically kicked her out of my office for inviting me to dinner. My response was automatic. I’ve turned down similar offers from employees and board members for years. But Harlow isn’t just another employee.

As soon as I told her no, I saw the light drain from her eyes. A sharp pain threaded through my goddamn soul when she folded in on herself. She looked at me the same way she looked at her father on her first day, which nearly killed me.

I want to taste her ruby-red lips, swallow down her cries of pleasure as I drag my tongue down her body, and make her mine in every goddamn way. I also want to wrap my little trick rider up in a blanket and massage her aching muscles while she sips hot chocolate. I have the insane urge to draw her a bath and wash every inch of her before tucking her into bed and crawling in next to her