He’d never answered the text from his brother last night because he was otherwise occupied getting a gorgeous stranger off on an open-air balcony in the middle of downtown Chicago. You couldn’t make this shit up. Penthouse, check your mail.

She’d fallen in love with a man who risked it all to stoke the embers of desire created that first night and turn those sparks into flames of love. Who saw what she couldn’t because her heart was closed to the possibilities. Who respected and cherished all she was.Ford “Killer” Callaghan slayed her every time, and she was happy to die in his arms every night.

I don’t think we’ve met,” he said in all seriousness, and her body’s reaction to that voice confirmed his lie. Her body knew that voice like a snake knew its charmer.

He fell to his knees.Oh, that was good.

Had she mentioned she liked a guy with big hands?

We have gone zero days without a panties-dampening episode.

A nice note, Addy? You’re calling the best orgasms we’ve ever had nice?”She canted her head, wryness in the motion. “Speak for yourself, Callaghan.