Tease (Cloverleigh Farms, #8)

by Melanie Harlow

“Want me to buy the app and shut it down?” She gasped. “Oh my God, can you? No, wait. Don’t do that—it’s a really helpful thing for a lot of people and businesses. Just not for me at the moment.”

I was shy and reserved in public but dominant and controlling in the bedroom.

“Fine. But if I change my mind about the app, would you really buy it and shut it down for me?” “In a heartbeat.”

Being with her almost felt like a memory of something that hadn’t happened yet—maybe a memory of a dream. She was familiar to me, and yet she was a revelation.

“I never want you to change, Hutton. I’ll always take you. I just wish you could see yourself like I do.”

“My problem is that I love this woman you’re talking about like she’s a fucking piece of meat. And I can’t think of anything better than having her to myself for the rest of my life. The thought of being with someone else is absurd. The thought of her being with someone else makes me want to put my fist through the wall. The thought of losing her because I’m a fucking idiot is unacceptable.”

“I love you, Felicity. I’ve always loved you. And if you’ll let me, I will love you for the rest of my life.”