Crawl for Me
Bad men, worse sex—it’s a cycle Sable’s done pretending is worth the effort. She’s had pelvic exams more swoon-worthy than half her hookups, and honestly, a life of cold noodles and battery-operated plastic seems more appealing.
Until Saturday night.
Her new neighbour, Noah, is all nerves and apologies—until they fall into bed and he gives her the kind of night she didn’t think existed. One night, one man that finally delivers, and suddenly she’s hooked in a way she didn’t see coming.
Except there’s a problem.
Noah isn’t just her neighbour. Come Monday morning, he’s wearing a tie in the worst place possible. Behind a desk. At her office.
She swears it has to be a one-off. But he doesn’t want to let go—not when she made him feel the way no one else ever has. Not when she stripped him down to nerves and need, begging for more.
And the way he looks at her, like he’d hand her the reins just to stay in her orbit, makes her wonder if crossing every line might be exactly what she wants.
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