book description

Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.
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Ben is a man obsessed. Sarah occupies more time in his thoughts than she should be allotted, but he has no defenses against her magnetism.


When they finally have the moments he’s been craving—the opportunity to have her in a bed again—he finds they share before more invigorating. 

an excerpt from "Workplace taboos: BEN III"

“What’s wrong?”

Another pause that he should have been used to but wasn’t.

“It just seems so…domestic. Doesn’t it?”

“It does. What’s wrong with being domestic?”

“It doesn’t seem to fit with Mating Metropolis. This place is meant to be fun.”

“Who’s to say domestic and fun are mutually exclusive?”

Her hand slipped from his thigh, and her door opened. Her avoidance had him moving quickly, rounding the car to trap her against it. This had to do with her past and the things she didn’t want to share, but he couldn’t let it go.
Ben took her face in his hands and made her look at him. “Don’t shut down.”

“I’m not—”

“You are. You skirt around every conversation that might reveal something about the you you think I won’t like.”

That silenced her, eyes round with the emotions she didn’t let him see. “I came here to escape domestic life.”

There was more that she wasn’t saying. “Why?”

“Because I don’t fit in it.”

“Who says?”

“Me. I do. I say.” Her voice was firm but soft, and Ben wanted to rip apart whoever made her think that way. “And that kind of thing doesn’t work here.”

He took in a slow breath and leaned his forehead against hers.

“For most of us.”

“You have fun here because that’s what you’re looking for, Sarah. And people have fun with you because it’s a safe place to have fun. But it’s not the only reason to live here. Plenty simply want a place to be themselves and not be judged for their preferences. Their appetites. To be loved for who they are—not in spite of it.”

She shook her head, small movements, and she pressed her palm down his tie. “It’s been seven years, and the most anyone has provoked from me was a little fun.”

Ben clenched his jaw. His desire to kiss her and shake her warred with each other.

“And then, there’s you.”

His heart leaped a little.

“But you’re married.”

“That doesn’t—”

“It does. And it’s not fair. But right now, I just want to walk in there, pick out some groceries, and go have some fun. With you.”

​He traced her jaw with his thumbs and nodded. “Okay.”