For Real (Spires, #3)

by Alexis Hall

it feels to have some guy on his knees for me. And not a kid. I want a man, a strong, hot, powerful man, doing it because he wants to and because I want him to.”

I’d been living my life as if nothing had changed. But the promise of Toby had illuminated all my days, edging them with gold like the calligraphy of medieval monks.

Yearning unfurled into a vast and fathomless swell, swept me against him, and I broke. I broke, and it felt like peace or hope or love, and I didn’t care. “Anything. Anything you want.” “Everything.” Sweet, greedy, impossible princeling, he could have me. Because, truthfully, he already did.

I’d pleaded with him shamelessly for all manner of violations and all manner of mercies, but the sexual vulnerabilities I allowed were nothing to sitting on my doorstep with Toby, admitting everything I wanted—and needed—from him.