❝But you said friends shouldn't have sex...❞
I muttered breathless, my head clouded with so much need, when his hand slid from the valley of my breasts and to my navel and sauntered lower.
He let out a chuckle, his lips turned up in a smug grin. His baritone voice and the sight of him, half-naked and mine for the night, turned me on even more.
❝I don't make the rules, baby. I bend them. Just like I bent your knees last night.❞
And then as his hand caressed the softest part of me, a quiet plea stumbled through my lips with my knees turning weak; willing him to go on despite knowing this would end in a disaster.
Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club.
Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed.
As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise--private writing sessions at his place.
⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating
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