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

I was back on my feet before she ended that sentence.


"You better not be fucking with me, because I swear to God, I'll go through another nervous breakdown if you're joking," I growled. She giggled and something flickered in her eyes. I spotted her lust straight away. She was turned on while I was worried about her emotional well-being.


I bet her pussy was already soaking for me. Flaming desire blinded me for a second and I lifted her off her chair. She was hanging on my shoulder, laughing hysterically.


"Get the fuck out of here," I snapped at the waiter when he walked through the door with another bottle of wine. He grumbled something under his breath and disappeared shortly after that. I was already imagining what I could do to her. This time I was planning to proceed slowly, strip that lovely dress off her and devour every inch of her body-and keep going until sunrise, until neither of us could take any more.


"That wasn't very nice," she pointed out.


Chapter 32