There is no going back now; I am hopelessly his, and I want this more than anything. I hope I have the stamina to keep up with Jake Carrero. 

He carries me to the living room of his apartment and places me carefully on my feet in the middle of the floor, leaving me standing; he takes my stole and bag and tosses them on a nearby chair. His fingers trail across my naked shoulder and down my arm as he walks away, igniting tingles, and my heart lurches up in rhythm. He walks to a credenza ...