He's forbidden…
...and I'm inescapably tempted.
I'm alone in the conference crowd—until I see him again.
Just one look, one touch, and he's reacquainting me
with all I've been missing.
Passion, pleasure, him.
And I cannot tame the yearning he wakes.
Suddenly, I want more than pleasure,
more than submission.
And he's happy to give and take
so much more than I even know to ask.
But pleasure is fleeting, and the past threatens to destroy us.
To destroy everything we could have.
And I'm left wondering if this is, after all, the end,
or if the pleasure he wakes is a second chance at love...
