The Intimacy of Skin - C.W. Scott

Crew Hayes\n Pain. After ten years of secrets, that was the only thing that kept me sane. Men had been paying to slap me around for eight years and I refused to let that change.\n Until I met a client with fiery amber eyes and gentle hands. That night tore me apart, burned me up inside, and reminded me that pain was what I wanted. What I craved. What I deserved. It was only supposed to be one night. If I'd known I was going to be working for him thanks to my best friend's meddling, I never would've let him touch me.\n No matter how much I want him, I know I can't have him. Even if I crave his touch. Even if I crave his warmth.\n I don't do soft.\n Price Iverson\n My demons left me lonely and stagnant. Not only did I hate my job, but I'd given up on my dream and fell into some not-so-savor