**This is a full-length Adult Contemporary Romance that contains mature sexual content and language and is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**
It all started with a simple phrase.
Love Sucks
The moment Vanessa Hilliard walked into the tattoo shop uttering those two words was the day my life began its downward spiral.
Or maybe it’s the day my life began.
My name is Rex Grayson.
And this is my story.
***
The day I met Rex Grayson, I got a hell of a lot more than I bargained for. He sparked something inside of me -- possibility. A word that never existed in my world before. He caused me to question who I was and made me want things I never dreamed were possible.
We’ve both got a mountain of shit in our past.
My name is Vanessa Hilliard. I have an affinity for the unusual and seriously twisted.
He thinks this is his story.
But it’s really mine.
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I subtly open my legs, hoping he might take the hint and move
his hand where I really need it. Instead, he continues to drive me crazy
with his calloused finger circling just above my knee.
His warm breath fans my neck, and I bite back the noise that
wants to escape when his tongue makes contact with that sensitive spot behind
my ear. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “and I bet you’re already wet
for me.”
“Beyond wet,” I whisper back, not wanting the taxi driver to
hear and think that I’m a sex-crazed freak, even though I feel like one.
Rex inhales a jagged breath, his hand finally wandering higher
up my thigh. “I can’t wait until my tongue can find out just how much,”
he says quietly. And when I glance up at him, his eyes denote a hunger
that lights a flame inside of me. One that’s been buried for quite some
time.
I press my lips together, staring out the window in an attempt
to distract myself. My skin tingles with anticipation as I try to rein in
my breathing that is currently out of control. But I don’t have to wait
too long. Within minutes, the taxi pulls up in front of his building.
Rex pays the driver and practically jerks me from the seat,
latching onto my hand as we fly into the building like two sex-starved
lunatics. He hesitates the moment we enter the glass door, glancing up at
the flight of stairs then back to me. With a devious grin, he scoops me
up under my knees and I let out a yelp of surprise.
“Ahh! What on earth are you doing, Rex?” I laugh, my head
dropping back.
He continues striding up the stairs with purpose. “What
does it look like I’m doing?”
“Why are you carrying me? I can walk, you know.”
“Blondie, shut up and kiss me,” he demands. “I need
motivation for climbing.”
Beth Michele is the author of Love Love, Lovely, Scarred
Beautiful, and Finding Autumn. She is a Connecticut native who loves spending
time with her husband and two children. If you can’t find her, though, she’s
probably hiding out with her laptop or her kindle somewhere quiet, preferably a
spot overlooking the ocean. She has an affinity for Twizzlers, is a hopeless
romantic, and a happily ever after fanatic.
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