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play, barely there.
    He rose and towered over me, and I lay alone on the leather couch, now sweating and shivering, my legs parted and my hips arched up on their own, begging him to do more.
    “Don’t come,” he said again, and he touched me.
    One finger.
    Just. The right. Spot.
    I buried my face in the back of the couch, my teeth squeaking against the leather in a silent scream.
    “Don’t,” he said, not even moving—just applying simple pressure.
    I tried to grind against him, but he anticipated my movements, and the pressure never altered.
    “Wait for it,” he said.
    I bit the leather, not caring if I damaged it. I wanted to kick and buck, and my whole body was a quivering wreck.
    “Come,” he said.
    And I did. The back half of my mind dissolved into liquid as white-hot pleasure coursed through my every nerve. With unprecedented firmness and alacrity, he powered me through it with his whole hand, riding and circling as I shuddered through every wave of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
    It took my very last ounce of self-control to keep from screaming.
    I shouted it all out in an airy, silent roar before I collapsed into the leather, and he once more cupped his hand protectively against my sex.
    He looked down on me, his eyes unreadable.
    “What just happened,” I breathed.
    “Everything you wanted,” he said, his voice like warm honey to my sex-drunk ears. “Well, almost.”
    “No kidding ,” I said, almost gasping. “How… how did you know?”
    But he didn’t answer. He just smiled with subtle carnivorousness.
    With what small fragment of my brain still functioned, I realized this was going to be a very interesting year.
    And I wasn’t wrong.
     

 
     
    Lynn’s story continues in Eager to Love: Volume II of the Complicity Cycle
     
     

About the Author
     
    Sadie K. Romero lives in the southern United States. She attended Louisiana State University where she majored in Theater, which her mother insisted was like majoring in unemployment. When her mother turned out to be right—as mothers often are—Sadie began writing freelance to pay the bills. She wound up being rather better at this than acting, and at the encouragement of her friends, she’s recently begun writing romantic fiction. This is her first story (that she’s willing to claim).
    Although Sadie draws from some of her own experiences, names and places have been changed to protect the less-than-innocent.
     
     
     
    a note from Sadie
     
    Dear reader,
     
    Thank you so much for tasting the storytelling of a new author! This is all strange, new territory for me, but I’ve planned nine volumes for this series, and I’m determined to continue writing it regardless of its financial viability. Call it a labor of love. I’ve got lots of exciting (and sexy) twists and turns planned, so if you like what you’ve read so far, I hope you’ll follow me along for the rest of Lynn’s journey! There are many mysteries waiting to be uncovered…
    If you want to contact me or let me know what you thought, please feel free to shoot me an email at [email protected] . I haven’t left an email un-replied-to yet!
    Thanks again!
     
    Yours truly,

    Sadie K.