Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)

by Avery Keelan

It’s at this moment that I realize I’m well and truly fucked, because this doesn’t feel like just sex. I’m not sure it ever did.

He draws me into him and dips his head, nudging my nose with his. “Wear whatever you want, Tink. I know how to fight.”

And in this moment, I know we’re still us—and we always will be.