Playboys in Love

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me. She's all I can think about, and that's a problem, because she wants nothing to do with me.

Whether in the court room or the bedroom, my reputation is well-earned. I'm either working hard, working out, or working my way into some woman's panties. Problem is, none of them share my particular kink, and I end up walking away unsatisfied. Until I meet her. She's a friend of a friend, which makes her off-limits until temptation takes me by the balls and I'm taking her up against a wall. 

My whole life I've been the good guy—loyal friend, helpful son, dedicated firefighter—but in the bedroom I'm someone else. With a kink as taboo as mine, it's too risky to play with anyone who doesn't crave it like I do, so I've gotten used to depriving that side of me. Then I see her. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen and my darker half recognizes itself in her brown eyes. She's everything I could ever want and thought I would never find. Our arrangement may seem twisted to everyone else, but the sex is explosive—and soon my soul demands every part of her.