CTRL+ME

“This is the game; she likes to be on display, but loves when I take her off the shelf like a toy that I can’t help but to play with. Yes, my little puppet loves it when I put my fingers deep inside her so she sings for the crowd.”
Tatum knows control like the back of her hand. She thrives in it, relishes in it, and can’t let go of it. Single mom by day, and cam worker by night, there is no room for distractions or ill placed trust, let alone desire. No, desire is sold on a pay per view basis—only.

After months of poor luck, Lylah is desperate to turn things around, starting with finding a new job. Overqualified but determined, Lylah can’t believe her luck when a too-good-to-be-true job listing pops up out of nowhere. The pay is good and she can start immediately, so what the hell, right?

Tatum finally allows herself one baby-free weekend to relax and catch up on admin tasks. But what happens when relaxing becomes wine, and wine becomes bubbles, and bubbles become something neither of them can take back? Despite the ten years between them, and Lylah being Tatum’s employee, lines blur and boundaries break when nights meant for work turn to nights full of unexpected pleasure.