*** This story is now FREE!!!*** After a traumatic breakup with her college sweetheart, Aria Davenport meets an older, more sexually experienced businessman who promises to change her life forever. ***** When starry-eyed Aria Davenport discovers her long-time boyfriend is planning a future without her, she's devastated. His betrayal unhinges life as she knows it. As she tries to come to terms with her new single status, she's reminded of the charismatic entrepreneur, Phoenix Prescott, and their romantic tryst she'd rather forget. But it just so happens that Phoenix is always in the right place at the right time, and even with the 10-year age gap between them, Aria can't stop fantasizing about life with this older and more...experienced man. Can she bring herself to let love in after being burned so badly in the past? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this book contains mature language, sexual themes and suggestive content. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] 🚨Book 2, sequel ELECTRIC IMPULSE: A Bond UnBreakable is out NOW! Check my profile and save it to your reading list.♥️

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.