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Prologue

Sara – Friday night

Oh od!

When I i sex with aup sheltered in a strict conservative family, my only experiences with ro I’d learned about by eavesdropping on girls in high school talking about it

Not that I didn’t understand sensuality I blosso withpuberty, yet boys, and even men, treated my eleven-year-old self differently My parents punishedoutside of our church

Even so, now nineteen, I wasn’t a stranger to arousal Mostly I turned hts of handso irls they would soe, I had a flirtation with the young man who ran the concession stand at the park near my house He touched th in his pants At the ti, and I’d feltas incredible as the stories I heard from other women or read in the Cosmo I hid under my bed

In college, I thought I’d have my chance to discover love and sex with Glen Walker He was the epito, and blond with ato ive et e, he said we’d have to wait to have sex Like ious family

It didn’t stop hi sex, with e when spiritual e-for-sex rule themselves, but were insistent that the woins When Glen decided I’d make a perfect, subservient wife, he’d kiss me, but that was it

I’d been so needy ereed to all of his de under the saht so hard to leave at ho about hoould seethe and fester scared me What would happen when it exploded? So I ended it and did what I had to do to get an internship in New York with Raven Industries

Chase Raven scared me too, but not in the same way Glen had What scared s my body felt when, with a swipe of his hand, he sent a vase flying to make room for me on his hall table with desperate desire that I’d never seen in ato fall apart if he didn’t touch me It was exactly how I felt It was exactly what I’d read about and always longed to feel

He pulledmy bra aside and then he sucked my nipple into his ers pinchedbreast, and I swore to God, I felt it right between hs My hips rocked as a torturous need built in my core

He pushed my skirt up and then yanked ue running a trail over my belly and lower

Oh od!

“Are you wet?” he asked hoarsely, as he rubbed his finger throughonto blast off I loved it and at the same time, I was scared to death There was no doubt that Chase had tons of experience in sex, and while I appreciated being on the receiving end of it, I didn’t kno to reciprocate I wanted to touch him too, but my senses were on overload and all I could do was try to breathe and feel

“Fuck, you’re dripping”

Was that bad? His tone suggested that he liked it But ross

And then histo hyperventilate and pass out His tongue was hot and soft onmore