Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott’s lap, she knew her life was changing forever.

Scott was not looking to work with his father’s company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called “adult decisions”. His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his own boss, business owner. In order to do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is literally kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time.

Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found.
Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.

The Dom That Got Away: The Lost Dom Series

The house was dark when we pulled up, but I wasn't sure if that even mattered to me. My body was throbbing like it was one large organism, and I wanted nothing more than to feel Scott buried deep inside me. 


I was aching so badly that I didn't know if I could do anything but whimper at that moment. 


Scott seemed to feel the same way. He pulled the car around back, parking in the small graveled driveway right in front of his house. 


"Get inside," Scott demanded in a husky tone. 


I shoved the car door open and hurried inside of his house, not even noticing if I remembered to shut it or not. 


I hadn't even reached his bedroom before his hands were on me. 


He jerked me against his chest, making the breath rush out of my lungs before his mouth caught it. His swept inside, touching and tasting, dualing with my own until I didn't even think I could remember how to breathe. 


Chapter 65: A Slip of the Tongue