The Anti-Fling

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He doesn’t know I love him.
He doesn’t know I crave him.
Until I sneak into his room and confess my love with kisses, wandering hands, and my very first orgasm.

But when the lights turn on, it’s not familiar blue eyes I see.
They’re dark. Stormy. Full of demons.
And they belong to Eastridge’s resident bad boy.

Nash Prescott.
Reed’s older brother.
His thirty-one-year old brother.

I should run.
I should never speak of this again.
And I do.

Until we run into each other four years later, and I can’t help myself…
I fall.