"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me t...
In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing
Wes Roman, the big bad billionaire sitting in a tiny seat with his two year old son at a kids restaurant Beeze Simmons, the shy clumsy waitress who just happened to spill all of the contents on the tray onto Wes. Ooo. I smell trouble. -------- Their Both broken. So, Can they fix each other? #147 in Romance 17/11/17 #7...
