A cocky Scot, an innocent pole dancer and a penthouse apartment with a view. What could go wrong?

To escape her difficult past Sasha jumps into an opportunity of managing the sale of the stylish,up market apartment.All of this sounds like a dream, but no one has ever mentioned the arrogant, mouthy Scottish god that lives next door. The problem is that Dexter isn't just good looking, he is also a fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fervent hot man, who makes her heart flutter uncontrollably. She hates his cock-sure attitude.With the talent, of melting women's panties off at a glance, he thinks he can have Sasha too. Well, he couldn't be more wrong. Sasha would rather eat dirt than sleep with him. He vows not to fall for her, but their scorching attraction proves impossible to ignore...

On the Edge is created by Joanna Mazurkiewicz, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author. 

On the Edge

Sasha had led me into one of my oblivious dark moods, pushing my self-control, so I left, locking myself in my apartment. I was inches away from taking her on that bed and fucking her until she couldn't take it anymore. I was so lost seeing her bending and crawling around that pole.


On top of that, Victoria crashed the party, screwing with my already fucked-up thoughts.


I wanted Sasha. She was the sexiest woman that I have ever met and her movements on the pole drove my lust for her even more. Whenever I closed my eyes I had her round ass in my face.


I didn't want to sink in deep, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. My limbs felt like they weighed a ton. I'd left the party because I couldn't deal with the emotional garbage. Joey was gone, and there was no one that could listen to my raging rambles and make sense of them. I was on my own. This time I didn't get up at four in the morning, but I slept right through.


Chapter 11