Taming the Heart (Crimson Ridge #3)

by Elliott Rose

“There’s an answer to that question that I’m supposed to give you… but it’s really fucking hard to think straight, or remember a single thing when you’re giving me those eyes.” I’m a peacock preening my feathers, shamelessly glowing from head to toe. “You’re a good man, Beau Heartford. Maybe a little too honorable for your own good.” “Don’t I fucking know it.” “You don’t want to come this far and get caught allowing those impossibly high standards you’ve set for yourself to slip, now, would you?” I click my tongue. “Takes one overachiever to know another.” God, I love when he meets me like this. Ready to dance in the flames. “Have you ever been tempted?” Cocking my head to one side, I let my eyes linger on the camera. “Tempted? To cheat? Or tempted by you, Sage.” He growls, and it doesn’t fucking matter how far away this man is; I feel a shudder roll straight down to my toes. “Because those are two very different things. The first, no. Never. The second, I’m barely hanging on by a goddamn thread. I’m getting closer to snapping the longer I’m around you.” My tongue runs a line along my bottom lip, and I swear to god, even though I can’t see his face, it’s as though I can feel him track that movement through the phone screen. “Is it cheating if you’re not here?” He remains silent. It’s so fucking sexy I can’t breathe. “You don’t have to watch, but I like it when I know someone might see. Maybe that’s my third weakness… having an audience.” As I say the words, I become bolder...