Wicked Games We Play by A.R. Rose

Taunting him was a game I had become all too good at playing, although neither of us ended up being a winner when we played it. Our game was frustrating, heart-wrenching, and wicked, but one I couldn’t force myself to walk away from.
Noah Whitlock
The one that got away and also the one I am hesitant to let back in.
I fell hard and fast at seventeen, but circumstance kept us apart. Over the years, I caught glimpses of him around the city while he was patrolling on duty, looking impossibly gorgeous in his uniform. He’d ignore me and I’d ignore him until one of us caved and texted the other. It was always innocent… until it wasn’t.
I quickly learned that Noah was an easy man to rile up, and that I enjoyed the glint in his eye—the one that bordered on anger and lust.
He was determined to play for keeps, and I was determined to just play.