Free A Shot of Sin by Eden Summers

make it easier to return to work next week.
    “I kinda made it your business.” The side of his lips tilted in a sly grin.
    “It still doesn’t excuse the way I acted.”
    “No, it doesn’t.” Seriousness entered his features. “But as your boss, I should’ve prepared you better. And—don’t roll your eyes at me—because we’re friends, I should’ve prepared you better. I’m not letting you get away with being a bitch. I’m just saying that I know you, and I should’ve expected the jabs at my ego. It’s what you do when you’re upset.”
    “You don’t know me that well,” she retorted. He didn’t know her at all if he thought her side of their relationship was based on mere friendship. “I thought I knew you too…” She let the sentence hang.
    “You do know me, Shay.” He placed his hands on her hips, holding her tight, bringing them pelvis to hard, unyielding pelvis. “There’s just one tiny aspect of my life you didn’t know about.”
    “Tiny aspect?” She wanted to snort. A hidden tattoo equated to a tiny aspect. Owning and participating in a sex club was such an enormous part of his life that it deserved its own zip code.
    “My sex life doesn’t define me. I’m still the guy…”
    She quirked a brow. Did he really not know how she felt? Or did saying it aloud make him uncomfortable?
    “I fell in love with?” she answered for him. She was too tired for games, and maybe exposing how she felt would make him understand why Vault of Sin had rocked her foundations so hard. It wasn’t all the cock swinging around, or all the screaming, squealing and grunting. It was the loss of love she now knew would never be returned.
    Leo stared at her with narrowing eyes.
    Yeah, asshole. Those overreactions were because of love, not my so-called normalness.
    “I need to get home,” she muttered, turning away from his scrutiny. “I’ll drop you back at the club.”
    “No.”
    He grabbed her hand and led her to the other side of the car. She was helpless, her body craving his touch so much she didn’t protest when he opened the passenger-side door and waited for her to climb in. As she clasped her belt, he loomed over her, his focus growing with intent.
    “I’ll get you home. Hopefully by then I’ll have some semblance of mental capacity after the bomb you just dropped. Then I’ll make us some coffee, ’cause we sure as shit aren’t finished with this conversation.”

Chapter Six
    Leo pulled into Shay’s townhouse driveway, not entirely sure how he got there. He’d seen her home once before at the end of a staff Christmas party. Tonight’s trip had been done on autopilot. The drive had been silent, nothing but the churning of his brain to keep him company.
    Love. Holy fuck.
    Talk about a punch to the testicles. He didn’t know whether to let excitement take hold, or if he should cut and run. Every woman he’d shown his true sexuality to had gutted him with their rapid rejection. And even though Shay had technically done the same, he couldn’t fight the desire to let the grin pulling at his lips take hold. There was a glimmer of hope in this fucked-up mess. A glimmer he might be willing to explore, even though the pain from the past made him cautious.
    Cutting the engine, he turned off the lights and sat in the darkened silence as she unbuckled her belt.
    “I’m exhausted,” she murmured, her fragile tone reaffirming her words. “Can we talk about this another day? Or maybe never?”
    Like hell. Love had never been within his grasp. He wouldn’t let it go easily. “Sorry, little girl. We’re doing this now.”
    Her head snapped around, her light-brown irises darkening as the side of her jaw flexed.
    There you go. An added boost of adrenaline to keep you awake. He loved the way her eyes flared when he taunted her. He loved her sass. Fuck. He really did adore this woman.
    She yanked her handbag from the floor, climbed from the car and slammed the door in a huff. He chuckled to