My name is Slade Merrick and I'm a sex addict . . .
I've been told it's a problem.
I see it as a passion... something I'm good at.
And who stops something that they're good at?
They want me to seek help. Don't judge my lifestyle. You're no better than me. Just admit it, you like to have sex too.
Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed.
When I'm not fu*king, I'm slinging drinks at Walk of Shame or stripping my way into your bed, another thing I'm good at. Every woman's darkest fantasy brought to life.
So, am I stopping?
Hell no.
Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.
Aspen.
She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my dick to attention.
She's pure perfection.
That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in, and for the first time in forever, I want something more than sex.
I want her, and she hates it.
Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like... it's how I live.
But she's playing a game she can never win. . .
