fiftysix by Seven Rue

Valley

Guys my age didn’t know how to treat me right.
Girls my age would never understand how powerful a woman can feel being adored by older men.
And men twice, even triple my age could never say no to me.
Not even Riggs.
Thirty-eight years my senior, rough, short-tempered, and an alpha type.
I liked being in control in every situation, but he made it hard.
He challenged me while I kept teasing, wanting to push not only his, but my own limits.
And when the most unexpected thing occurred, Riggs showed me just how much he hated the games I played.