Prologue
Sweet Little Surprise
My sweet, little treat.
I’ve fuckin’ missed you.
My lips twitch, curling upward as I watch him through the pane. Sweat beads across his forehead, glistening in the pale, yellow light above. His small, delicate hands press together, fingers wringing with uncertainty as he drops his head to stare down at his phone on the floor.
I know what he’s staring at. What’s making him act this way.
Me.
Always me.
I huff in amusement, dragging the back of my hand over my forehead to catch my own perspiration, uncaring that I’m smearing my makeup. My work clothes cling to my damp skin, made worse by my exertion and excitement as I shift on my haunches, gloved fingers wrapped around a thick branch.
It’s fuckin’ hot, even with the sun long gone and a cool breeze flitting through the branches I’ve made a home in. But it’s worth it—just to see that look on his face.
“Fuck,” I groan as Madison dips down to pick his phone back up, those blue eyes so fuckin’ wide. My smile grows larger the longer he stares, that fat fuckin’ lip clamped between those pretty, white teeth.
And then, his thumbs are moving.
“Gotcha, darlin’,” I whisper, mouth filling with saliva.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I drop my knee to reach inside.
Darlin:
Please leave me alone.
Look, I don’t know how
Madison’s text is cut off mid-sentence, but there are three bubbles underneath. I glance up, finding him pacing his room, hunched over with his chin digging into his chest as he types. I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth as I rake my gaze down his lithe body, vividly remembering his taste.
It’s so easy to imagine him strapped to a leather table, completely exposed and vulnerable, his body trembling…Or better yet… back on that dolly.
Static sparks on my tongue, filling my brain and my blood.
Darlin:
I think I do know how you got my number.
Laughter fills my chest. I wedge my foot between two thick branches so I can use both hands to type. But before I do, I look up at him to watch every emotion he possesses pass over his face in such a short span of time.
He has no idea how magnificent… howperfecthe is for me.How he gave me something I’ve always neededinstantly.
He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to give him up.
Me:
Hows that, darlin
His hands stop shaking for a moment, seemingly stilled by what he’s reading. My heart chugs heavily beneath my sternum, theglugof my blood thicker than ever as it travels south.
And then, his eyelids flutter closed, dark lashes a shadow across his cheekbones. I skim my tongue along my teeth, burning to sink them into his flesh again.
The glass pane separating us is mere feet away… All I’d have to do is reach out, and I’d be able to get to him. To touch and taste andtake.
