Chapter 1

Groaning under his breath, he began to pull out. "Fuck, that was…"

"Amazing," Yaz finished for him breathlessly, basking in the afterglow of what they had just done.

She met him in the outer districts a month ago. Well over six feet tall, he was a giant of a man with dark skin, a full beard, tattoos everywhere, and a wild mane of long dark hair that looked desperately in need of a trim whenever it wasn't tied back.

Jace was very rough around the edges. Not her usual type, but something about him clicked for her. He sent her body into overdrive every time they fucked. Yaz knew little else about the guy, but she didn't feel the need to prod or ask for more. Their arrangement worked fine as is.

Humming a long-forgotten melody under his breath, he rolled out of bed and started roaming around his small Bureau-issued compound. Every inch of his hard, rippling physique was on display, and he looked to be the very image of a satisfied male. He paused to admire her nakedness on the mattress with hooded eyes. His heated gaze clawed at her self-control. Sex was one of the few things that helped her… forget. And she wanted to forget often. The harder, the better.

He smirked when he caught her staring. "Same time next week?"

The question caught her off guard. She frowned. "I guess so."

He tossed the condom into the trash and asked, "You hungry?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Let's get breakfast then."

She shook her head, distracted by the sudden ache at her temples.

"Why not?"

"Gotta get to work."

"We can grab something on the way," he offered.

Yaz reached for her panties. "That's nice of you, but…"

"Yes?" he prompted.

"I don't do breakfast."

"But you're hungry."

"Breakfast leads to lunch and dinner. Dinner leads to relationships. And I don't do relationships."

"Don't overthink this. I'm only offering some bread. Maybe even a cup of coffee if Raul got his shipment this week."

Yaz arched an eyebrow. "Maybe you need to let the pretty lady get to work if you ever wanna see her naked again."

He moved closer towards her, undeterred. "Your threats, beautiful, are invalid. I'm pretty sure I rocked your world just now."

The man was shameless. Her mouth twitched. "Three times to be exact."

He pressed his lips onto her bare shoulder and murmured, "See? We're very compatible."

She rolled away. "It's just sex."

His eyes locked onto hers. "You sure about that?"

Yaz averted her gaze. "I'll call you next week."

He cast a knowing look in her direction. "How about a quickie before you head out?"

Yaz bit back another smile. "I'm gonna be late."

"It'll only take a minute or two," he promised earnestly.

She tried to divert his attention. "Can I jump in your shower?"

"That depends."

"On?"

He grinned. "On what's in it for me."

The throbbing at her temples began to subside, and she decided that work could wait. "I suppose… you could join me."

His eyes flickered with unabashed interest. "Now that's more like it."