Filth

I'm honest about what I am. You want to screw until you can't see straight? I'm your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don't pass go and collect 200 dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average, or meat on your bones, I don't care. Blonde, brunette...white, Asian, black... Are you pink where it counts? Then you're my type. I'm your guy. For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can't bother to retain your name. That's the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it.

Three years ago, Kennedy Mclane saw the real me after we had sex. She saw the ruthless attorney who gets clients—yes, even the guilty ones—off on technicalities. She glimpsed my heart of stone and ran in the other direction, because I’m everything she shouldn’t want.

I have a stable job as a personal trainer. My side hustle involves taking people out on hikes and pushing them to their limits. I love my friends and family equally. Every now and again, I need the itch between my shoulder blades branded with scratch marks. I’m haunted by that phantom ache when Nina Williams walks into my life to hire me for a hiking contest. Killer, dimpled smile, potty mouth, sharp mind and a confidence that makes me want to beg. She doesn’t want to want me. Yet, with a past as complicated and dark as mine, we’re destined to cross every line she puts in place.