Have you ever met a man and the instant attraction was so fierce, you just want to jump bones on him at the first very sight?

Well, I have. My name is Abigail Freeman, and I’m an interior designer by trade. The man I’m talking about is my client. Brent Darwood, a.k.a Mr. Rich, and one of the most eligible bachelors in Miami. He’s a real estate mogul, rumored to be very elusive, a royal PITA, and famous for his brooding demeanor. He hired my company to redecorate his home office, and as a senior associate in the firm, I was sent to accommodate Mr. Darwood’s whim.

The moment I laid eyes on him, my heart started to pound hard and feverish heat came rushing to my head. Before everything else fully registered into my mind, my body responded to my newfound object of desire with a sheer wantonness that I had never experienced before. My nipples tightened. My pussy clenched. I was wet with need. I’m not a nymphomaniac, mind you. Usually, it takes some good foreplay to get me in the groove, but this man stirred this kind of fire in me simply by looking at me. I don’t know how he did it, but he made my blood boil.