He had called it abuse.That was the word he had used, loudly, at a dinner party full of people who knew better. Abuse. Violence. A pathology dressed up in fancy language and expensive leather. He had never been to a dungeon. Had never seen a scene. Had never spoken to anyone who actually practice...
Read MoreThe flyer had been on her friend's refrigerator for months, tucked beneath a magnet shaped like a seashell. Jackie had glanced at it dozens of times without really seeing it. BDSM 101. A six week introductory workshop. All genders, all experience levels, all questions welcome.She had looked a...
Read MoreThe plane landed at noon. By three, they were in the ocean.Not swimming. Floating. The water was so warm it felt like skin, so clear they could see each other's bodies shifting beneath the surface. She reached for him without thinking, and he came, because he always came, because that was the...
Read MoreThe idea came to her three months before their anniversary.Not suddenly, more like a slow recognition, a truth she'd been circling for years without quite seeing. She loved him. That was easy. That was air. But there was something else, something deeper, something she'd never given anyone...
Read MoreThe commission came through his agent like everything else—sanitised, professional, stripped of any personal touch.Charity portrait auction. High-profile artist. Three sessions. Sign here.Griffin signed. He always signed. That was his life: signing things, showing up places, being the perso...
Read MoreThe idea came to her on a Tuesday, which was ironic because nothing important ever happened on Tuesdays.Kerry was sprawled across John's couch, the same couch she'd been sprawled across since they were nineteen years old and figuring out how to be adults together. Ten years later, the cou...
Read MoreThe first thing she said was, "Teach me."He looked up from the book he was reading, the word hanging between them like an offering. Tess stood in the doorway of his study, her hair still damp from the shower, wearing nothing but one of his old shirts and an expression he couldn't qu...
Read MoreThe first thing Sasha noticed about him were his hands.They were beautiful hands, though he'd probably hate hearing that. Broad palms, thick fingers, knuckles crossed with scars and calluses. Nails always clean but never quite free of the dark crescents of grease that seemed permanently worke...
Read MoreThe apartment was smaller than the pictures had suggested.This was, Tessa thought as she stood in the doorway with her single suitcase and a rapidly dwindling sense of optimism, the universal experience of renting in this city. Pictures lied. Square footage was a suggestion. And "cozy" ...
Read MoreThey had been together for eight years, and in all that time, the rhythm of their lovemaking had never changed.Ben led. Hannah followed. Not because they'd discussed it or decided it, it was simply how things had always been. He was the initiator, the one who set the pace, the one who guided ...
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