Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

If I admitted how kinky my daydreams were…I’d have to kill someone because I’d only just stumbled upon this saucy sex-kitten inside me and I still didn’t know what to do about it.

Kill her off…or…embrace her. Hug these filthy needs and saucy role-plays running in my blood and finally admit that I needed to play to be fully complete.

Ever since I lost my virginity at seventeen to a boy I’d been dating for six months (and then broke up three weeks after handing over my V-card), I’d kept a lid on what I truly wanted in bed.

At first, I was sad thinking I’d live a life where I was broken somehow compared to the men I’d been with and their bland routine. I’d put what I truly wanted in a vault and settled into adulthood with the begrudging acceptance that I had a good skill set, a great friend, and a successful business.

So what I would never get to experiment in bed? I didn’t need it.

But Ryder…he somehow cracked the combination on that vault and made me remember the naughty things I’d imagine when I was seventeen when I had no rules or past experiences to hinder me.

It was freaking terrifying to finally admit I missed something I’d never had. And for Ryder to shred my life and make me come face to face with just how sexual I wanted to be made me want to run until my legs turned to noodles or strip and command him to finish what he’d started.

“Earth to vet Fairfax.” Ryder waved his hand in front of my face.

I jumped, hugging the dog tighter. “What? What happened?”

He bit his lip, doing his best not to smile. “You space-cadeted on me again.” He chuckled. “You were looking at my mouth. You weren’t thinking of doing bad things to me again, were you? Because if you were…I can totally help with that.”

Yes, please.

It would be so easy to nod and let whatever magic between us ignite. But we were at my work. I was supposed to be a mature, composed female.

Be that female!

My cheeks heated as I dropped my gaze to the Chinese Crested in my arms. “I wasn’t thinking bad things. Not in a bajillion years.”

“Bajillion, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Never heard of that amount of time.” He came closer, bringing sex and sparks and seduction. “Can I perhaps trade your bajillion and put my own time stamp on it?”

I froze as his hand cupped my cheek.

My face leaned into him.

Damn face.

Damn hand.

Damn chemistry.

“I suppose…” I breathed as his chest strained beneath his grey t-shirt. He was the one seducing me, yet he was just as affected. “What did you have in mind?”

His eyes lingered on my lips. “Do something for me and I’ll kiss you right here, right now.”

My mental capacity crashed.

“Do what?”

His eyes burned hot into mine. “It’s a huge, huge favour.”

The way he said huge made me think he’d swapped the word ‘favour’ for cock.

I burned as his thumb grazed my cheekbone.

He murmured, “If you did it, I’d do whatever you want.”

Would you chase me? Pretend to be a policeman and handcuff me? Reach inside my head and act out one of my secret fantasies with me?

My tummy clenched. “What are you proposing I do?” I held the squirming dog as she tried to wriggle into my scrubs, looking for warmth. Not that I could blame her—it was fairly chilly in here with the air conditioning.