The bell over the café door used to mean coffee. Now it means her.
Kira is nineteen, fearless, and far too good at reading me. One look, one brush of her fingers, and the life I've built starts to crack. I have a wife. Kids. A reputation. She has a wicked smile and no hesitation about what she wants.
What starts as harmless flirting behind the counter turns into something reckless, dangerous, and impossible to forget. Every stolen moment raises the stakes. Every touch pulls me further under.
I know I should walk away.
I also know I won't.
Not after I have tasted that forbidden fruit.
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Cherry Peach writes the world's hottest stories about good girls gone wild and the older men who can't resist them. When she's not writing steamy fantasies, she's probably biting her lip and dreaming up the next one.
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