Loving You Easy (A Loving on the Edge Novel)

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9780425278574: Loving You Easy (A Loving on the Edge Novel)
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Three lovers really click in the latest from the New York Times bestselling author of Call on Me—
 
Cora has an amazing sex life. She’s beautiful, daring, and the most popular submissive in Hayven. Too bad none of it’s real...
 
IT specialist Cora Benning has figured out the key to her formerly disastrous love life—make it virtual. In the online world of Hayven, she’s free of her geek girl image and can indulge her most private fantasies with a sexy, mysterious master without anyone in her life discovering her secrets. Until her information is hacked and she finds herself working to fix the breach under two very powerful men—one who seems all too familiar...
 
Best friends and business partners Ren Muroya and Hayes Fox were once revered dominants. Then Hayes was wrongfully sent to prison and everything changed. Ren wants to get back to who they were. Hayes can’t risk it. But when they discover the new IT specialist is their online fascination, and that she’s never felt a dominant’s touch, the temptation to turn virtual into reality becomes all too great...

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Roni Loren is the New York Times bestselling author of the Loving on the Edge novels, which include Call on Me, Nothing Between Us, and Need You Tonight, and the Pleasure Priniciple series, including Off the Clock. She lives in Dallas with her husband and son. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts—yeah, that’s it.

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four months later

BigMan232: I need you naked and at my feet tonight. You've been a bad girl. Time to pay up.

Cora kept her phone in her lap as she surreptitiously read the message lighting the screen and tried not to roll her eyes. Ugh, get a clue, dude. She clicked Ignore and Block. She thought she'd done that the last time BigMan had contacted her in the Hayven game but apparently not.

She quickly checked her inbox to make sure she didn't have a message from the guy she really wanted to hear from, but there was nothing there. Bummer. He'd been quiet the last few days.

"You better not be working over there, cupcake," Grace said from across the table, her voice barely cutting through the din of voices and music at the party. She popped a stuffed mushroom into her mouth and gave Cora the cocked eyebrow of challenge.

Cora pressed the button to make the screen go black. "Not working."

"Liar." Grace leaned forward on her forearms, her silver bangle bracelets jangling against the table and her poker-straight blond hair turning gold under the soft lights of the winery's gorgeous cedar and glass event space. "Well, cut that shit out. This is called a networking party for a reason. No hiding in our phones. We're here to drink loads of local wine and to mingle."

"The wine I can do. But mingle? Have you met me?" She held her hand out across the table. "Hello, I'm Cora Benning, you're mingle-averse best friend."

Grace ignored Cora's outstretched hand. "Mingle-averse."

"Yes. It's a thing, actually-like an allergy."

"Uh-huh," Grace said, deadpan.

Cora gave her a grave look. "I should've made you aware ahead of time. I could break out in hives or something, or you know, go anaphylactic on you-throat swelling, eyes bulging. Not pretty. Really, I should be carrying an EpiPen with me just being around all these strangers who require small talk. This is why I went into IT. Medical safety."

Grace tossed a balled-up napkin at her, missing left. "Well, you're going to have to get over it, smartass. You're the one who wanted to start her own company. And part of that is putting yourself out there and meeting new people. Mingling. Mixing."

Ha. She loved that Grace framed it as Cora wanting to start her own company instead of the truth-that she'd quit her last job in an unplanned blaze of non-glory only to find out afterward that she had no decent job options that didn't involve working overnight at a call center. Yay for expensive college degrees that apparently meant diddly without a recommendation from your previous employer.

"You need bigger jobs than setting up virus protection for Marv's Auto Parts or helping your mother out at the police station-which, by the way, she should be paying you more for. You've been getting intern pay for how many years now?"

Cora shrugged. "You know I don't do the police stuff for the money. It's a good cause."

Plus, she'd never admit it to her mom but she loved the challenge of working on cases. In a different world, she may have gone into the field herself, but her mom had always warned her away from it. Too dangerous. Crappy pay. Find yourself a fancy office to work in, Coraline. Capitalize on that brain of yours.

"Yeah, the good cause of keeping your mother off your back. But I promise you, if they contracted that work out to someone else, they'd be paying whoever it was a helluva lot more. Playing Good Samaritan doesn't pay the bills. Your landlord isn't going to care that you're doing good deeds when you can't make rent."

Cora groaned and took a big sip of her wine, trying to focus on how delicious the Water's Edge Tempranillo was and not on the cold splash of reality Grace insisted on giving her. Last thing Cora needed to think about was the dwindling number in her bank account. She'd had a decent savings when she'd left her job at Braecom, but she'd had to lean on that to get her business started. And though the part-time gig at the police station helped provide some steady income, it wasn't enough to sustain her once her little nest egg dried up. She needed to land some bigger accounts.

However, that didn't mean she'd suddenly developed the ability to mingle. Business meetings? Presentations? She could handle that stuff. But small talk with strangers? Ugh. She'd only been half-kidding about the hives. "I can make business contacts by email. I'm better in writing. Or on the phone."

Where I can control things and not have to be charming.

"No, babe. That's called spam and is the chickenshit way of going about it. You're better than that."

Cora rearranged the food on her tasting plate. Cubed chorizo and smoked Gouda became little Monopoly-style neighborhoods, the spicy mustard a moat in between. She resisted the urge to level the whole gourmet town with a sweep of her hand. Grace didn't get it. The woman sparkled at these functions. She could talk to a wall and make it interested. Cora could make that same wall feel awkward and want to excuse itself to grab a drink.

When she felt Grace's stare burning into her, she looked up and attempted a deflecting smile. "So I'm a chickenshit. Exactly when did I hire you as my business coach? Because this motivational talk is really helping. I mean, I feel like I need a poster with a dude jumping off a cliff into the open sea or something. Or maybe that one where the cat sees the lion in the mirror." She held up her hand and curled her fingers like a claw. "Rawr."

Grace pointed at her. "Don't get snippy with me, Benning. I'm acting as your benevolent and helpful mentor, which means I'm not above kicking your ass. I don't want you living on ramen by the end of the year or worse, going to back to Braecom to beg for your job back."

"Not gonna happen."

No fucking way. She'd sell hot dogs on the street before she returned to Braecom. When her boss had gotten wind that she'd been sleeping with Kevin, Cora had gotten a talk about how to conduct herself professionally. A week later, he'd told her that she was no longer being considered for the supervisory position she was in line for because the rest of the guys on the team wouldn't respect her as an authority figure.

And what had Kevin gotten? Her promotion. Fucker.

"It's not as bad as you're making it out to be," Cora said, trying to sound upbeat and swallow past the bitterness the memories dredged up. "I have prospects. The other day, I had a lady offer me two grand to hack into her ex-boyfriend's Instagram. I think there's a business opportunity there. Cora Benning-Avenging Hacker for Victims of Cheating Assholes." She spread her hands like she was seeing the words on a sign. "Though we may have to play with the company title. That may be too much to put on a business card."

Grace snorted. "Yeah, let's try to focus on things that won't land you in handcuffs. You don't need to go to the dark side to make money."

"But it wouldn't really be the dark side. I mean, technically yes, but it'd be for a good reason. Only shitty people would be harmed. It'd be like Dexter or that show Cheaters, hacker style." She gave Grace a bright grin, knowing it'd only piss her off.

"Okay, Robin Hood of Hackerville. Let's not give your mother a reason to throw you in jail, all right? You just need to get out there and rub elbows with people who actually have cash and could use your services-the legal ones. You're a badass, motherfucking, white-hat hacker. They need you."

"Now that's what should be on the business card. Badass motherfucking hacker. I'd get loads of business."

"Not if you don't speak to anyone ever."

Cora deflated at that, her mood souring further. "Come on, Grace. I'm a start-up. The people here are big deals. We're at some hoity-toity winery for God's sake. That big-ass cowboy who was welcoming everybody when we came in? Yeah, that's Grant Waters, the owner. He's got so much money that he's lost count. These people walking around? They own corporations and yachts and shit. They've already got a team of IT security on their payroll. They're here to drink expensive wine and network with other CEOs, not people like me. I appreciate you getting Jonah to snag us an invite to this, and I love you for thinking I'm at this level, but I need to start smaller. Like way smaller."

Cora's phone vibrated in her lap again, and she forced herself not to check it. Grace knew she was always online but assumed Cora was just a workaholic. She'd die of shock if she found out her best friend was a regular player in a kinky online game. And then Cora would promptly die of embarrassment. Yes, my sex life is now one hundred percent online. No, that's not pathetic at all.

"You don't know that these people don't need you," Grace insisted.

"But I do." Cora glanced out at the milling crowd. There were no tuxes or sparkly cocktail dresses. From the outside looking in, these people didn't look important with a capital I, but she knew better. In the dot-com world, the more casual someone looked, the more money they probably had. The thought of pitching to any of them made her stomach knot, especially after the trauma of the job interviews she'd had right after leaving Braecom. You could only hear "not the right fit" so many times before you started to wonder if you'd accidentally been assigned to the wrong planet. She looked back to her best friend. "Plus, let's not pretend you finagled an invitation to this party for my benefit. You're here to meet hot Internet moguls."

Grace put a who-me? hand to her chest. "Is it so wrong to have a two-pronged reason for being here? That's called being efficient. And I don't see how that would be bad for either of us. Your on-the-rebound dry spell has gone on for way longer than is healthy."

Cora stabbed a toothpick through the Gouda tower she'd built on her plate. Was it really being on the rebound if the relationship hadn't actually been a relationship? "I'm not in a dry spell. I'm on hiatus by choice."

Truth. Sort of.

"No. You're avoiding." Grace lifted a hand when Cora tried to protest. "Since the Kevin incident and quitting Braecom, you've used starting up your business as an excuse to shut down your social life. That worked for the first few months, but I'm not buying that excuse anymore."

Cora sniffed. "Exactly when did I have this booming social life?"

"You used to at least go out after work sometimes. And you'd let me drag you to bars. And before Kevin, there was that guy you saw for a while-Nick, Nelson."

"Neil? You're going back that far? We went on three dates in college. He liked to talk about dorm room beer-making. And smelled like old bread."

She flicked a hand. "Details. Now you shut me down anytime I ask for anything that involves you going out after seven. I bet if this hadn't been work-related tonight, you would've canceled on me. You would've turned down free wine and fancy cheese."

True. She almost had. And really, turning down free fancy cheese was probably on her personal checklist of The-Girl-Ain't-Right signs. But she'd agreed to go because she'd wanted to see Grace, and she knew Grace wouldn't let her get away with inviting her over just to hang out and watch movies again. "I have a lot going on."

"I know you do. But you can't let all that stuff shut down your whole life." Grace gave her a pointed look. "It's my duty as your best friend to not let you become a crazy, sexless cat lady because some asshole wronged you. It's in the handbook."

Cora smirked. "I'm allergic to cats. And I've had sex. You're cleared of liability."

She cocked her head in that take-no-bullshit way she'd perfected. "Had being the operative word there. Had, Cora. I get that you needed some time. But don't let what happened with Kevin turn you into a hermit. You thought you had something with him and you didn't. He was a jerk about it."

"He called me a bro with a vagina, Grace."

"Okay. Fine. More than a jerk. A complete asshole. But I don't think this is even about him. That night we had too many margaritas at Rosa's, you told me the sex was sufficient. Who the hell wants to have sufficient sex? You never got stars in your eyes when you talked about him. He was cute and convenient. And safe. And he saved you the trouble of being out in the dating world. That's what you're mourning. Not him."

A bitter taste crossed Cora's tongue, and she had to take another sip of wine to clear it. She wished there was some magical app where you could just wipe a certain time in your life out of your head. One click and it went into some unrecoverable trash bin. But that trash bin would be overflowing by now. Reading too much into her hookups with Kevin had just been the final dating mistake in a long list of them.

In the end, it'd been a good thing. She'd finally accepted her place in the dating pecking order. She was and had always been a tomboy and a geek, never quite comfortable in the skin she'd been given until she'd accepted that "proper girl" trappings and behaviors were not for her. But that had set her up to be the girl to hang out with, the buddy. She was the one they'd sleep with if they had no one else better lined up. Sufficient. Nothing more. Not the woman anyone lusted over. Not the girl anyone fantasized about.

And really, after accepting that, the loss of her dating life hadn't been all that tragic. Dating had always been painful and awkward for her. The sex . . . uninspiring. These last few months, taking that off the table completely, had been a weird kind of relief. She had friends to hang out with. She had Dmitry and Hayven. She knew how to take care of her sexual needs. Not everyone needed to pair off like little plastic pegs riding in the car in The Game of Life.

"I'm not in mourning or unhappy, Gracie," Cora said, hoping her friend could hear sincerity in her voice. "Truly. You don't have to fix anything. I'm fine. I don't need a guy right now. I'm a busy girl and a wizard with a vibrator. Who needs more than that?"

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