Rushed — Kerri Ann

Keenan Stepping into the club I had no misgivings about what I'd find, but Rush was a surprise. Tall, dangerous; hands that roam everywhere. His voice is a smooth silk caressing your soul. He's excessive, he's empowering, he's dangerous. He's more than I bargained for. Rush My club swims with sex. There are always able and willing bodies to enjoy. As the owner, I have one rule: Find your relief, enjoy them and set them loose -- anything more and your head gets twisted up. That was my rule. When she stepped through the door I knew I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I needed to feel her soft body up against mine. I had to touch her. I had to see the colour rise in her cheeks. One time should have been enough to clear her from my system. Did I know it would become more? Maybe I should have stayed away.