Zeus (Mike Bravo Ops, #4)

by Eden Finley

The only thing I’ve ever craved from a partner. To be choked in bed but loved outside of it. Is that so much to ask?

“I’ve got you,” Zeus says, trying to reassure me some more. “You don’t have to worry about me breaking you.” “I already know you won’t do that.” He frowns. “You do?” “You can’t break a man who’s already broken.”

I have no idea how I am because I don’t know what I’m doing.” Amen. “Welcome to adulthood. I think ninety-five percent of it is faking it.”

Who would’ve thought the notorious manwhore was a cuddler?

I fight the urge to hold his hand, to show him that I’m here for him, but if we walked out there hand in hand, I would never hear the end of it. Ever. Like, the guys would write it on my tombstone. “Here lies Zeus. He liked to pretend he was a fuckboy, but let it be said, he once held a boy’s hand.”

“My little manwhore is all grown up.”

“You know what’s crazy? You hit him with your car, and now you’re having sex. Most adorable meet-cute ever.”