Her hands were actually sweating as she called his number, hoping against hope she would get transferred to voice mail. To her horror the man himself answered after a single ringtone. “Yes?” “Za—Mr. Saladar, this is Dr. Seda. I hope I haven’t caught you at an inconvenient time.” Because if I have...
She hungered in ways she didn’t know existed, her body aroused to a point of pain she hadn’t known was even possible. She wanted him to touch her—needed him to touch her, take her, fuck her, break her…anything to ease the desire that burned so deep inside her she swore she would die if he did not...