I’m not your good ole boy or boy-next-door type of guy.
If that’s what you’re looking for, I suggest you move on. I curse a lot, work too fucking much, and keep to myself. My edges are hard, rough, and even dark at times.
I never thought I would wind up in the business I’m in. I may not always play by the rules, but I go where the money is, keep my nose clean, and my affairs organized.
Who knew one fucking e-mail would change everything in my controlled life. I swore I’d never touch a case like hers again, but there was something intriguing behind every word I read.
She had my attention, she would have my services, but I never thought she’d steal my heart.
My name is Chase Black, owner of Dark Edges PI.
I’m your good girl and I once had everything.
A big beautiful house with a view of gorgeous mountains, an expensive car, stress-free job, a wardrobe any woman would die for, but one thing was missing… the ever-absent husband.
I never expected to be in the position I’m in, but I needed answers.
I sent one e-mail thinking I would figure it all out. It wasn’t the route I intended to take. The life I’d been living was a lie and he gave me the answers I needed. What happened next I wasn’t prepared for.
He had my information, he took the case, but I never thought he’d capture my heart.
My name is Naomi McAllister, owner of a broken heart.
This is our story…
Even as my ankles began to sting with the strain they held, I couldn’t move, I was in a trance. A spell that only he had the power to break and I gazed up at him with burning desire, silently giving myself to him, waiting for his command.
Chase broke the thick hunger-filled tension and firmly whispered, “Knees.”
I didn’t question or hesitate, I don’t even think I flinched when I easily moved to kneel before him causing the fabric of my skirt spreading to its limits.
“That’s my girl,” he coarsely muttered.
Raging emotions came over me and my lids fluttered to hold back the stinging tears. He instantly crouched before me, taking my shaky hands in his. “You trust me, Naomi?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Chase nodded, placing my hand on my thigh, and he raised his to brush it across my cheek. The gentle touch of his rough hand had me leaning into it and closing my eyes and when he squeezed the hand he was still holding, my eyes flickered open.
With his hand cupping my cheek, eyes on mine, he began to slowly lean in and my tongue automatically came out to trace my lips. His eyes dropped to my mouth and watched its movement and when they lifted to mine, he gave a throaty growl. The dampness between my legs seeped onto my thighs and the pounding in my chest radiated throughout my body.
I straightened my back and braced for the lips of Chase Black to meet mine.
I’m Kane Caldwell, an aspiring contemporary erotica Author. Writing had started years ago as a hobby but quickly turned into a passion. I am the epitome of a country boy with my jeans, t-shirt, hat, scruffy face, and work boots on, driving my truck. I’m in my mid-forties, but my mind tells me different. I live in the south where the weather is warm but most times sweltering hot. I have two teenage boys that I’m very proud to call my sons. When I have down time, I love to be surrounded by family, friends, great food, or engrossed in a good book.
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