<p><strong>My name is Slade Merrick and I'm a sex addict . . .</strong></p><p>I've been told it's a problem.</p><p>I see it as a passion... something I'm good at.</p><p>And who stops something that they're good at?</p><p>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.</p><p>Sex is what I do best; my own personal high so I embrace it instead of being ashamed.</p><p>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.</p><p>So am I stopping?</p><p>Hell no.</p><p>Sex is beautiful raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.</p><p>Aspen.</p><p>She walks into the club swaying those hips instantly drawing my dick to attention.</p><p>She's pure perfection.</p><p>That is until she opens that mouth drawing me in and for the first time in forever I want something more than sex.</p><p>I want her and she hates it.</p><p>Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like... it's how I live.</p><p><strong>But she's playing a game she can never win. . .</strong></p>