One million dollars, Ms. Fairchild. You get the cash, and I get you.
J. KennerBecause I can. Because I want you. Because I don’t want to court my way up to our first fuck. And because I don’t want to play games.
J. Kenner…the guy owns half the known universe. I hardly think he’d be all warm and fuzzy. More like dark and dangerous.
J. KennerI’m smart enough to know that you feel it, too. This isn’t just heat, it’s a goddamned conflagration. Not chemistry, but nuclear fission.
J. KennerNo, Damien Stark is just one of those dark, quiet types. He’s like an iceberg, Texas. The deep parts are well hidden and what you do see is hard and a little bit cold.
J. KennerI like Damien Stark. He’s not what I expected, but there’s something compelling about him— and it’s more than just the fact that he’s hotter than sin and got me worked up into quite a lather. He seems perfectly comfortable in his own skin.
J. KennerAlways. Don’t argue, Ms. Fairchild, or the game stops now.
J. KennerI want it,” I repeat. “And not because I need the pain. But because I need you.
J. KennerYour breasts. Your nipples. The insides of your thighs. I want you wet for me, baby. A little drunk and a whole lot wet.
J. KennerPoor you.” I twist in his arms and plant a gentle kiss on his chin as he tightens the sash around my waist. “Just like Alexander. No worlds left to conquer.
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