I pay strangers to sleep with me. I have my reasons.
But theyre not the ones youd expect.

For starters, Im a funeral director taking over my dads business. Not exactly the kind of person youd expect to fork over cash for the lust and urgency only live skin-to-skin contact can create. Looking at me, you wouldnt have a clue I carry this little secret so close it creases up like the folds of a fan. Tight. Personal. Ready to unravel in the heat of the moment.

Unsurprisingly, my line of work brings me face-to-face with loss. So I decided long ago that paying for sex would be one of the best (and arousing) ways to save myself from the one thing that would eventually cut far too deep.

But Sam was a mistake. Literally. I signed on to pick up a stranger at a bar, but took Sam home instead. And now that Ive felt his heat, his sweat and everything else, can I really go back to impersonal?