Series: Teaching Willow: Session 2
Author: Paige James
Publication Date: April 8, 2014
Hosted by: Wordsmith Publicity
Desperate. That’s when it escalated.
Addicted. That’s what I’ve become.
Just when I think that I’ve discovered the one thing I wouldn’t do for Ebon, the one extreme to which I would not go, I find myself exceeding it. Looking back with regret, looking forward with dread, and living the now like it’s all I’ve got.
Because it is.
It’s pure bliss. It’s unimaginable hell. It’s all I know, all I want to know. A runaway train that I can’t stop, one that I don’t really want to.
But disaster is coming. It will turn sweet into bitter, deception into devastation. Perfection into wreckage.
Ruin. That’s what’s coming.
Ruin.
EXCERPT:
“What time?”
“Eight?”
I do some mental calculating and decide that I can be in full Sage form by then. “Sounds good. Can I bring anything?”
“No, I’ve got everything you’ll need,” he says, his voice little more than a purr.
God, he’s sexy.
“Well, if you change your mind…”
“Oh, I won’t change my mind. There’s nothing I’d like more than to have you for dinner.”
Did he mean to phrase it that way? “I meant about me bringing something,” I clarify carefully, not sure how to take it.
“All you need to bring is your appetite. Just come hungry,” he says slowly.
I don’t know if he means for everything he’s saying to sound so…evocative or if that’s just how I’m hearing it. Either way, I find myself biting back a moan.
“I won’t…eat anything until I get there then.”
“Mmmm, the thought of you…eating all by yourself makes me even hungrier.” His voice is a low growl, rumbly and hoarse. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine him lounging on a bed with his palm over his crotch, rubbing back and forth over his zipper. All the while thinking of me.
“You want to watch me…eat?” I’m breathless. From a simple phone conversation.
“God, yes!”
“Maybe one of these days we can watch each other…eat. Would you like that?” My comment, even my voice surprises me. Who the hell am I turning into?
“Fuuuck,” he moans, the air hissing through his teeth, like he’s clenching his jaw. “That’s going to happen. I promise you.”