Used

Nathaniel just takes and takes and takes; turns out, surrender is exactly what Tessa's been craving.

Years of home health aide work — cooking, cleaning, companioning the dying — have left Tessa well used to being on her knees. But when old Mr. Ashworth dies, his son Nathaniel — rich, hungry, lonely in his father's big house — sets out to redefine every word she knows. Used. Kneeling. Taken. His.

A filthy-hot standalone short read about a woman being used exactly the way she needs. Yes, like that. Exactly like that. Now, get somewhere private and read this book.