She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.
Lora LeighI say, when Mercury arrives, we just pretend weโre not here.โ Lawe tipped back his whiskey and swallowed in a single drink. โStay real quiet. Donโt make eye contact.โ They all nodded.
Lora LeighThere are much better ways to handle the delicate male ego. With a two-by-four? Only as a last resort and never in public.
Lora Leigh