KAIA
You know there’s something about lust that makes you do very, very stupid things.
Like, say, agreeing—well, not exactly agreeing—to a deal with the cockiest, smuggiest man I've ever met because his fingers happen to know all the right buttons. I swear, Maddox’s hand should be licensed. It’s dangerous. Probably illegal in at least seven states.
And me? I’m no better. Woman of “dignity,” woman of “principle,” woman who swore she’d never be that girl.
Also me: dripping on his hand like a broken faucet and clutching his shoulder ike it’s a lifeline, still reeling from a heart shattering orgasm.
Pathetic.
But here’s the thing, I never actually said yes with my mouth. And that matters. Loopholes matter.
So after I break apart on him, my body convulsing, his grin smug enough to power
