she wanted was to tell him how much she missed his penis. Before him she would
have thought it crazy to miss a man’s appendage. She’d enjoyed having it in her
mouth, her body, knowing he was so receptive to her touch. That was a drug, and
adrenaline rush, to bring a powerful man to his brink. Jady
understood the carnal need, but could she protect herself against the deeper
feeling that had needled its way in the center of her chest. Not only was he
sexy as fuck, but he could only be described as smart, strong, funny, and
entertaining. Mostly, she could say without a doubt that he wasn’t anything
like Branch. Not. One. Iota. He was an asshole. Mug was not. Branch had not
only screwed around and betrayed her, he’d thought the world owed him something.
Mug had an altruistic attitude and she respected that.