Crave by Shanora Williams

Every Sunday morning it’s just us in a fancy hotel suite.
We fight, argue, and make up like teenagers do.
We touch, we suck, but we don’t kiss.
No, we never kiss.

His lips have been all over my body – everywhere but on top of mine.
I wasn’t supposed to need his touch.
To beg for a kiss…just one little kiss.
But our little arrangement has swallowed me whole.

I only crave one thing, but I know he’ll never give it to me.
Because the only way he’ll ever kiss a woman on the lips is if he loves her.
And my playboy boss–a man who is promised to another woman–will never love me.