‘Take me deeper. Let me hear those sounds you're making...’ I never looked at men before. Then Marcus walked into the coffee shop—all commanding presence and knowing eyes—and suddenly I'm agreeing to ‘business meetings’ that leave me gasping against his office wall. It's just physical, I tell myself as his fingers make me writhe, stretching me in ways I never knew I needed. But when he bends me over, when I beg for more... Nothing with women ever left me so hungry, so utterly wrecked. One taste was supposed to satisfy my curiosity. But… Can a straight guy surrender without totally losing himself?