CrewPain. After ten years of secrets, that was the only thing that kept me sane. Men had been paying to slap me around for eight years and I refused to let that change.Until I met a client with fiery amber eyes and gentle hands. That night tore me apart, burned me up inside, and reminded me that pain was what I wanted. What I craved. What I deserved. It was only supposed to be one night. If I'd known I was going to be working for him thanks to my best friend's meddling, I never would've let him touch me.No matter how much I want him, I know I can't have him. Even if I crave his touch. Even if I crave his warmth.I don't do soft. Price My demons left me lonely and stagnant. Not only did I hate my job, but I'd given up on my dream and fell into some not-so-savory habits.On the days the shadows closed in on me and the itching just beneath my skin got to be too much, I'd pay for the human connection I craved.Crew was beautiful and he was sad. Something about his tattered soul spoke to mine. When given the opportunity to know him outside of our one-night connection, I couldn't help jumping at it.I could see the demons behind his icy blue eyes. I could tell he was drowning. I wanted to know everything about him and build something more with him. I'd do almost anything to learn what's haunting him.But I don't do rough. And I don't think he wants to either.The Intimacy of Skin is an MM hurt/comfort featuring the perfect fire and ice pairing. This book contains heavy themes that could potentially be triggering. A detailed list of trigger warnings is included in the Content and Trigger Warnings section.