Page 39 of The Break Down

One incredible, soul-shaking, body-melting night.

But I’m not stupid. I know how things work.

If I let myself slip into some fantasy where Koa Jackson is more than just the guy who made me come so hard I forgot my own name, I’ll ruin everything.

This job.

This team.

This carefully balanced bubble I’ve built for myself.

I left everything I knew. My whole life back in Jersey to start over here. But I know if I can’t keep my emotions in check, I can’t keep this position.

Simple as that.

But turning off my feelings? Not exactly my superpower.

I’ve never been the cool, collected type. I’m the one who laughs too loud, flirts too shamelessly, cries at commercials, and falls too fast. Always have been.

And now?

Now I’m falling for a man who feels too big to fit in my world.

Not just his body—though Jesus, that body.

Not just his career.

Or the fact that he could probably bench-press the RV.

It’s the way he takes up space in my mind.

The way he walks into a room and my pulse stutters.

The way his voice sounds like gravel and sin when he says my name.

He doesn't just occupy my thoughts.

He owns them.

And even though I keep telling myself to keep it casual, to play it cool, to let last night be enough…

I want more.

More of his hands on me.

More of his mouth.

More of the way he looked at me like he was seconds away from sinking into me and never leaving.

God, I want him again. And not just the taste I had last night.

I want it all.

I want him deep.

Hard. Possessive.

Like I’m not just a woman he finger fucked against a wall, but something he can’t live without.

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