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After my meal, I took a trip to the doctor’s office.
He told me I had a hormonal imbalance and that finding a man to… regulate things would be beneficial.
The moment Cassie heard this, she was practically vibrating with excitement, offering to “lend” me the serv- ices of a chiseled model with eight–pack abs and a young stud with pecs for days from her agency.
At the time, I was sitting in my air–conditioned studio, sketching out the line art for my graphic novel, compl- etely absorbed in perfecting my characters.
I immediately shot her down.
She cut straight to the chase. “You’ve been breaking out lately, haven’t you?”
Her words hit a nerve. I mentally cursed Parker’s name again. Two pimples! Right on my chin.
“You know what they say, the grass is always greener… Besides, you two are about to get divorced anyway. You’re really not going to try?” Cassie’s voice was a siren’s call of temptation.
I put down my pencil. I was stuck on the design for a side character’s face. A little real–life reference couldn’t
hurt.
“Looking only. No touching.”
So my testosterone was a little high. Once I was divorced, I could find a hundred and eighty men if I wanted. But not now. It wasn’t because I was a coward; I just had high moral standards. I didn’t just go around lusti- ng after men’s bodies!
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Chapter 1
Cassie laughed, clearly not buying my claims of self–control.
I was full of confidence at the time, but that night, as I slept, my own mind betrayed me.
I had the most vivid, steamy dream.
In it, I was locked in a passionate kiss with a man, our bodies tangled together. Our breaths mingled, his hot
and heavy against my skin, the sound of our mouths moving together pulling me deeper and deeper into a
rising tide of pleasure. I was lost in his bold exploration, completely immersed in a world of shared ecstasy.
It was pure bliss.
Until I saw Parker’s face, inches from mine.
I jolted awake, my heart pounding, my body slick with a cold sweat. The phantom sensations of the dream still lingered. My legs felt weak as I made my way downstairs for a glass of water.
That’s when I heard the lazy, teasing voices from the living room.
“You know, some people are absolutely drowning in desire, but they’re so afraid of scaring their wives that they just… suffer in silence. Not naming any names, of course.”
