Release Date: December 27, 2015
Cover Designer: Mae I Design and Photography
Photo Credit: My MoJo Photo
My story isn’t a love story … not the typical kind anyway.
As a lawyer, I’m used to discovery, but I never saw this one coming.
Every day, River gives me ten reasons to stay away, and then eleven reasons
why I can't. Our relationship was to remain strictly business, or at least I
Four years of marriage, and everything with Cole has changed. I never knew
two people who lived together could be so distant. But I’m not ready to give
up on him.
One man wants to break me.
The other is just trying to get even.
Both are lying to me.
“Cole!” I scream, curling my fingers around the edge of the counter.
He pulls out slowly then thrusts back inside me; there’s nothing soft and
tender about it.
During the first few years of our marriage he made love to me. His
lips would brush against my skin from head to toe and his hands would
caress my inner thighs until I ached for him to be inside of me.
He had me gasping for breath before he even reached where I needed
He knew exactly how I liked it; it was insane bliss. It was the reason I
sped home from work every night. It was one of the reasons I knew he was
the one—our maddening physical connection translated into every aspect of
our relationship. Every last inch of me was wrapped around him.
Everything: heart, soul, and body.
He pushes in again until it aches, burying his head deep in the crook
of my neck.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, slipping my fingers between us. I need to come
so badly. Three weeks and four days… that’s how long it’s been.
Sex isn’t about me lately, and it hasn’t been for a while.
His teeth dig into my skin. “I can’t stop myself, baby. You feel so
“Cole, please,” I beg, rubbing my fingers in circles. If he notices, he
doesn’t acknowledge my need.
He thrusts all the way in. “Christ, Marley,” he murmurs against my
skin as he releases into me. My heart sinks, but my desire is stuck at an all
My orgasms have become as rare as a full moon. In less than an hour,
it will be three weeks and five days since I last felt what it was like to clench
around him over and over again.
My breathing is heavy. My fingers still. His head still pressed against
my neck as his fingers run gently along my spine.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispers against my skin.
Not the way you’re thinking.
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