Sasha

I didn’t want to make too much effort, but my heart beat loudly in my chest, letting me know that Dexter had come back to rip apart the last piece of my broken soul. He’d said some unforgivable stuff in the hospital, stuff that wrecked my confidence, reminding me about the past. I knew that if I invited him in we could end up in bed, back to square one, so I had to demand we talk on neutral ground.

I changed quickly, dressing in a pair of leather pants and navy top, making sure that it was low cut. Despite everything, I liked making him needy and frustrated....