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he whispered. \u201cDo you want me to touch you?\u201d \u201cPlease,\u201d I gasped when his teeth grazed the shell of my ear. \u201cUp,\u201d he grunted, lifting me into his arms while taking a step, putting my back up against his SUV. I circled his hips with my thighs at the same time he reached a hand between us, cupping my center.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo hot. Are you wet for me too, baby?\u201d \u201cMmm. Why don\u2019t you find out?\u201d The bastard chuckled. \u201cNot out here, Little Bird. The first time I get my hands on your sweet pussy will be somewhere private so I can take my time with you.\u201d His hand moved then, back and forth along the seam of my pants.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I will make you come.\u201d He zeroed in on my clit, somehow finding it despite the layer of clothing in the way. The friction from the rough material of my jeans and the slow circular motion of his finger had me seeing stars in a ridiculously short amount of time. My body trembled as the first wave of an orgasm rolled through me. \u201cBeautiful,\u201d he praised, his movements between my legs slowing but never stopping until I collapsed against his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was\u2026I don\u2019t have words.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s just the beginning, Henley.\u201d \u201cI like that,\u201d I yawned, suddenly exhausted. Unwrapping my legs, I slid down the front of him\u2014noting his continued aroused state\u2014until my feet touched the ground. \u201cIgnore it,\u201d he grumbled, making me laugh, then yawn a second time. \u201cGet inside, baby.\u201d Raising up, I kissed the underside of his chin. \u201cGood night, Keaton. Thank you for everything.\u201d \u201cNo need to thank me, Henley. You deserve so much more than life has handed you.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m just making sure you get it.\u201d I could feel the warmth of his stare; watching me the whole way until I was safely locked inside my new home. Only then did I hear the rumble of his engine starting and the low purr as it pulled away. I was so entranced in all things Keaton; I didn\u2019t notice Lanie sitting on the steps until she spoke. \u201cHe\u2019s got demons.\u201d \u201cSo do I.\u201d \u201cThe way he looks at you? You\u2019re the only one with the power to erase them all.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t let him fuck it up.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll do my best.\u201d \u201cGood.<\/p>\n

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Cover Design by Jena Brignola Editing by Karen Hrdlicka Formatting by C.B Noy OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Prologue 1. This Will Not Break You 2. Monday\u2019s Should Be Outlawed 3. Crossroads 4. Crazed Killer with a Foot Fetish 5. Hell\u2019s Bells 6. Bossy 7. Beast Mode 8. We\u2019re All a Little Cracked 9. Calm Your Tits 10. Chasing Rainbows 11. The Beginning of Forever 12. Master of Deception 13. One Haunted, One Lost 14.<\/p>\n

Methodical Precision 15. Green Epilogue Shattered 1 A Note from the Author Also By C.B. Noy Acknowledgments About the Author OceanofPDF.com Dedication Don\u2019t let your past HAUNT your future OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE CALVIN KEATON RENSHAW Age 12 \u201cThis is your legacy, Son.\u201d My father spread his arms wide, spinning in a circle as he showed me around the brand-new headquarters for Renshaw International.<\/p>\n

His pride and joy. He\u2019d started the security company ten years before, out of a rented office space in a questionable neighborhood, and quickly built it into a multi-million dollar enterprise. As we walked through the state-of-the-art facility with its shiny chrome floors, glass walls, and high-tech gadgets as far as the eye could see, an overwhelming sense of pride came over me. \u201cOne day this will all be yours, Calvin. The money, the fame, and the women who will pant after both.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t care about any of that, not like he did. Sure, the money would be great to have, but I already had a sizable trust fund. No, I wanted to help people who no longer had a voice. Like my mom. My angel. Her murder had never been solved and it haunted me, knowing the person who\u2019d taken her from us three years ago had never been brought to justice. \u201cIt\u2019s incredible, Dad.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re old enough now to start training.<\/p>\n

After school and weekends, your ass will be here. I\u2019ll whip you into shape in no time flat.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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