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

"You're fucking unbelievable Barbie! You fucked me last night and you're already going out with some loser?" Dexter shouted, not caring for the world that Alistair was standing right next to me. This was the last thing that I was expecting tonight. Alistair wanted to see the apartment, so I invited him upstairs. That was a big big mistake.


"Dexter, what I do is none of your business. One night with you doesn't give you the right to tell me who I can go out on a date with!"


"I didn't say it did, but you should know that I own your pussy. This asshole won't fuck you the way I have, he won't feel the same when he sides into you, he won't make you wet like I do".


"Shut up fuck up dickweed, no one is talking to you "mate." Her sweet pussy belongs to me and only me," Dexter roared, cutting Alistair  off and taking a step towards him, with  anger burning in his eyes.


Chapter 13