The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)

by T.L. Swan

We kiss and hold each other and, with an intimacy I’ve never known, she takes me. And holds me. And ruins me forever.

I don’t need this shit. The auctioneer walks into the room and I am momentarily distracted. I look back over to the ballerina and she’s gone. This time, instead of disappointment, I’m relieved. Good . . . fuck off back to wherever you came from, I don’t need temptation. Even if it is from someone that I’ve wanted for a long time. I think of my girl at home and my heart swells. I’m with Kate.

“El,” I whimper. “I know, baby.” He kisses me with his eyes closed. The emotion between us is palpable. A tangible force that we no longer control. This is special. He is special. Elliot Miles is everything I never knew I needed, and regardless of our differences I can’t deny it. I am utterly and irrevocably in love with him.