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did his smile.
“The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. Burke.”
    I stood, half-full coffee
cup in hand, and grabbed my clutch. “Please, call me Daisy.” Sweet cherry pie, did I really just wink at
him? A nervous giggled escaped me. “Have a
good day, Coop.” I strolled away with an extra swing in my hips,
oddly self-conscious, hyperaware of prying eyes on my
figure.
    My face split and my confidence surged when
he mumbled, “I will now.”
    —

Chapter Three
    November
27 th
    Daisy
    It’d been a month since I’d last seen Coop,
yet he was fresh on my mind every night as I lay in bed and each
morning when I woke. His smile, full of humility and charm, seduced
me. His eyes, glossy and bright, pierced me. I could only fathom
their beauty when dark and dangerous, brewing with intense passion
as he took a woman…namely me in my dreams.
    I dreamed vividly of his hard against my
soft, squishing me rather than me squishing him. His powerful stare
and his bulging, flexing muscles as he took me to the brink never
ceased to steal my breath away. I always morphed the professional
good guy into a sultry, confident bad boy in my head, unashamed of
taking rather than asking.
    Sweet cherry pie I wanted him to fuck me. I’d
gone off the deep end. I was a touch away from being obsessed. The
worst part? He’d done nothing to warrant this reaction from me. I
just couldn’t keep my thoughts from slipping to him, like Cupid had
shot his arrow straight through my desperate, lusty heart.
    I groaned, jerking the covers over my head. I
was a mess.
    —
    Cupid
    I squeezed my stiff cock. I’d had another
dream about owning her luscious curves. Every smile she’d given me
had been one of innocence, yet my imagination had run wild,
altering them into acts of seduction. Every day I fought the urge
to call her. It would be so simple to reprint a document and fake
it as reason enough.
    I’d been strong, so far.
    Every time I closed my eyes
though, I saw her. Her red lips around my hard prick, sucking
harder, her bountiful curves writhing beneath my command, her
breasts bouncing, begging to be pinched then tongued, as I took her
hard and fast, throwing romance and mercy out the window. Jesus I was a fucking sadist. I wanted to pound her pussy into the next millennium in the
roughest way.
    The more I thought about her, the larger my
muscles felt. I could easily crush her; overpower every whimper,
every plea. I would accept nothing less than complete compliance on
her part as I pushed us both to our limits.
    I shook my erection in
frustration. This wasn’t me. I was worse than a twisted stalker and
I hadn’t seen her in weeks. God help the
next woman I take. Aggression seemed to
permeate my every pore, driving me to claim her. Her.
    I forced out a breath, flinging my arms over
my eyes. This wasn’t good. If this was what it felt like to be hit
by Cupid’s arrow - to be filled uncontrollably with lust and need
for a person you barely knew but couldn’t seem to shake, to turn
away from, - then someone needed to burn them all.
    I forced myself out of bed and towards the
bathroom. Another cold shower was in order. I’d never been so clean
and pruney in my life.
    —

Chapter Four
    January
3 rd
    Cupid
    I stormed out of the courtroom. Rage coiled
in my chest, burning. I’d never been so angry. Worse, now, even
with my upset, I had to tell my clients the bad news. I hated that
I actually wanted to see her. I’d never craved someone’s company so
bad. I’d been strong until now. With my mind consumed by her for
months, I didn’t know if I could be trusted around her, but I
couldn’t miss the chance either. Damn I sounded like a girl all
whiny, confused and uncertain. And it was only getting worse.
    I plowed through the doors of the courthouse.
My suit protected me against the elements as I made a beeline for
my car. I slid behind the wheel and pulled out my phone.
    “ Happy New Year, Coop. Am I
officially a single woman?”
    I smiled. Her voice