Sex is my drug of preference. That’s just the reality. There’s no point fighting it. I’ve hardly ever met a man as dangerous for me as Clayton. The sexy FBI agent really wants to save my junkie kid brother from the violent Latin Kings and save me from my self-destructive behavior. He makes me want to be much better than what I am. It thrills me almost as much since it terrifies me. To keep me close, he ruthlessly exploits my weakness: lust. He grants or loans me the special release that I could only discover in sexual distribution, and I am quickly getting addicted to him. I am prepared and wanting to provide him my own body. But may i do that without placing my heart-and my life-in jeopardy?