CHAPTER 18

Sutton I raced through Central Park, feeling my heels sinking into the grass. He caught me in moments and yanked me back against his muscular chest. How could something so hard feel so right? My chest rose and fell rapidly with my ragged breathing. I was an idiot to think I could escape him. And why in the hell had I kissed him? What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t like the man. He was domineering and bossy. Shit, his chest wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Don’t think about...