After years of being neatly boxed in the friend category, she offers me surrender. Or the semblance of it....
I'm Rhys Christos Edward Stowell, a philanthropist on the verge of exile from a suffocating state of corruption. My lack of conformity to perceived norms has earned me a reputation of being difficult. I rather like it that way.
Beguiled by a woman who uses the oldest profession to torture herself and punish those that love her, I'm ever her dutiful friend. But I want much more...
"Kiss me." She trembled.
If she didn't want the contact why had she requested it? I halted. "Are you sure?"
I planted a light peck on her cheek. The way we always did.
"A lover's kiss," she said.
Being referred to as her lover made me hard. I leaned in. "Are you certain?"
"Yes." Her eyes widened, she took hold of my blazer and pulled me closer.
Slowing my movement toward her, I cupped her neck with my fingers, and used my thumb beneath her jaw to angle her head upward. She stared into my eyes, as though attempting to read me. As I lowered my mouth to hers, I wrapped my other arm behind her waist and drew her flush to me.
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Published May 16, 2012
by New Dawning Bookfair.
Romance, Erotica, Literature & Fiction.