Highest Bidder (Salacious Players Club, #5)

by Sara Cate

I may not be into older guys,

I AM

I notice she’s sitting on the countertop, her legs dangling off the edge, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from thinking very inappropriate things. How I’d love to drape them over my shoulders, feel her soft thighs against my ears and see just how good she tastes between them.

Fuuuuck

“It means I like to be in control, but I like to bring my partner pleasure. I like being able to control when they come, how they come, and how often they come.”

Where do I sign up??

I’m not sure if I love the idea of him cherishing me or if I’m terribly disappointed that Ronan Kade has no interest in corrupting me.

Ronan can corrupt me any time

“But the things I want to do to you, baby girl, are dirty, filthy things. And you’re too fucking sweet for me.”

I beg to differ Sir

“You’re suffering, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to make you feel better?”

Yeesssssssss

sadness does permeate the air nearly everywhere, so does joy. Ironically, it turns out that that’s sort of what makes life poetic in the first place. It’s not an Instagram filter or a Pinterest board. It’s gross and gritty and beautiful and stunning all at the same time. I also had to accept that love could be just a memory, and it wouldn’t make it any less perfect or significant.

I’m sobbing