“Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.”
How do you live with yourself when you are the reason you lost the one thing that meant the most to you.
Timing is everything and for Reed, he can never seem to catch a break. When Reed returns to Boston to redeem himself he finds that Elle has already moved on, building a new life, a new beginning. He needs her to know that he meant every word before he left, that he never meant to leave her. Will he ever get that chance to tell her?
How do you love again when the one person who made you feel like you were his whole world left you with a broken heart? Hoping that life and new friends could keep her memories and feelings for Reed at bay, Elle chases life and all that it has to offer until she is confronted with heartbreak again.
Is time and space enough to get past losing your once in a lifetime or will Elle be always Wanting Reed?
Excerpt
“Ugh,”
Tommy moans. "I can’t wait to get the credit card bill.”
“Relax,
baby. It wasn’t all for me. I picked you up some goodies, too.”
“Don’t
scare me. Last time you bought me khakis."
“No
clothes this time. Just toys.” She winks, brandishing a bag from
Condom World.
“All
right, TMI.” I cringe. The last thing I want to hear about is what
Tommy and Juju do in the bedroom. Elle laughs.
“I may
have picked up a little something from there. For us,” Elle murmurs,
running her hands over the muscles of my arms. “I can always take everything
back.”
“God,
doll.” I smile and shake my head as she runs her hands down the front of my
shirt and pulls on the belt loop of my jeans until our hips touch. I can feel
her breath quicken. “This teasing has got to stop, or I’m gonna have to take
you right here.” I eye her up and down, summoning every ounce of willpower not
to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bathroom. “Can you at least
tell me what you bought?” She shakes her head, exhales and runs her tongue
along my bottom lip.
“And
where’s the fun in that?” she replies in a shaky breath.
"Looks
like you two need to be alone.” Juju wiggles her eyebrows and throws herself on
Tommy.
"No
more shopping trips. This is it. The rest of the time we'll be hanging out
together until you guys leave next week,” I say, inhaling the sweet smell of
her hair.
“How about
we play some pool?” Juju chirps.
"All
the tables are taken,” I groan, mentally wincing that my chance to get Elle
home early is slipping out of my fingers. I frown when Tommy
snatches a table from a couple of guys finishing up. I'm starting to think that
Tommy hates me.
“Why are
you frowning, baby?" Elle asks. You don't wanna play pool with
me?" Her intense gaze causes my dick to twitch.
“I think
I’d rather play with you in bed," I growl into her ear as I tug playfully
on her hair.
"I’ve
got a better idea." I see her brow crinkle, and I know she’s thinking
about me as she chews on her bottom lip.
“I'm
listening," I reply, hopeful as I run my teeth over my bottom lip.
“If you
win, you choose whatever it is you want from me.”
"Anything?"
My mind goes wild thinking about her in nothing but red lace. I may
need to pick up those cuffs she’s made reference to before we go home. I don’t
doubt her skills at pool. Shit. I have never seen her play, and I’m pretty
good. Either way, win or lose, I'm going to come out on top.
"And
if I lose?" I say, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.
"I
make you my sexual slave," she whispers with a distractively sexy
half-smile on her lips.
I think my
dick just ripped a hole in my boxers and is ready to burst my zipper. Fuck
winning. I'm losing.
"Let's
go."
********
We've been
playing pool for about thirty minutes, and Elle is horrible. I have to top her
shitty pool skills by being equally horrible. I want to
lose. I'm curious about her whole slave idea. We haven’t been
together that long, and it makes me wonder if she's got this super kinky side.
She grins at me and then leans over the table, eyeing me seductively.
"What’s
your next move?” I chuckle, observing her trying to handle the
stick. I want her to handle mine instead. She walks around the table, twirling
her hair and trying to get the best angle for the shot, sometimes purposely
putting her sweet ass within my reach. I'm no dummy. I smack it every time she
offers it. “You really aren’t good at pool, are you?” I grin, admiring her ass
in her tight jeans.
"Stop
it, Reed." She pouts, struggling with the stick.
"You
want me to help you, baby?” Rising from my stool before she can answer, I stand
behind her as she's bent over the table. Her scent envelops me as I nuzzle my
nose in her hair. "I like you in this position," I growl, nibbling
her ear as I tug her hair.
"Are
you guys playing pool or making a porno?” Tommy laughs from the table with Juju
looking on with a smirk on her face.
"Sounds
like fun, don’t ‘cha think?" Elle peeks over her shoulder. Her
eyes twinkle devilishly. "You're losing on purpose." She laughs.
"The
way I see it, I win either way.”
God, the
fact that I am back here with her now makes me the luckiest fucking man alive.
"I
can't get a good angle to get a shot in." She frowns, turning her
attention to the table.
"I
know a lot of good angles." I cock an eyebrow at her and grab her waist.
This constant touching is torturing me. I need a release really soon. This game
is dragging.
"How
about we make this the last shot? If you make it, I lose. I’m your slave. If
you don't make it, I’m still your slave."
"You're
really curious about this whole slave thing I have planned, aren't you?"
she teases, cocking her head to one side as she winds her hair around her
finger.
I nod my
head adamantly. "Hell yeah, between you mentioning the cuffs
and this, I think there’s plenty I still don’t know about you that I’m eager to
discover.”
"Be
careful what you wish for," she says, flirting shamelessly with me.
"Fuck,
doll, I'm gonna love whatever it is you have planned. Just take the shot so we
can get outta here."
About
the Author
Antoinette
Candela is a little shy with a larger than life personality. Suffering from
Peter Pan syndrome, she refuses to grow up. She finds inspiration for her
writings from everyday life, through her fun and quirky interactions with
friends and family and the drama that never ceases to disappoint.
One thing
is for certain, Antoinette lives by her own rules. As a Bostonian she loves the
Yankees and is proud to wear her “I Love Derek Jeter “T-shirt. You can catch
Antoinette on the beach soaking in the rays, but when the rumble of the
thunderstorm rolls in, she’s curled up with a book or tapping away on her
keyboard.
Mother,
Writer, Reader, Lover of Music and all things learning, Antoinette is the
charismatic author of Breaking Elle.
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