He unzipped his pants and took out his cock right there in the elevator. “Shhh…” He put a hand over my mouth, silencing me. Kage hung the drugstore bag on his left wrist, stuck his key card into the Penthouse slot, and stalked me into a corner as the doors closed behind us. The elevator doors slid open, and we stepped onto the empty car. Because you can’t bring an innocent thing into the darkness and not expect something to rub off. He’s beautiful, smart, and courageous, and he hasn’t been tainted by the darkness that’s ruled my life. I wanted him from the first second I laid eyes on him. He’s got this innocence about him that speaks to something deep down inside me– in a place that’s never been touched by anyone. Too many demons, too much anger, and not enough to live for. I don’t know if I’ll ever see Kage again.īeing Michael Kage was never easy. He is my obsession and my addiction. But I did something stupid, and now I’m paying for it. And the sex? Let me put it this way: I’d never been with a guy before I met Kage, but I’d gladly spend the rest of my life on my knees for him. He transformed me completely, made me depend on him, and made me love him. To say he rocked my world would be an understatement. Against all odds, I got the attention of Michael Kage, the hottest MMA fighter on the planet. My name is Jamie Atwood, and I am an idiot.
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