It was what she’d wanted. Especially since the sheriff was so far proving to be a fountain of information. She threw down the proverbial gauntlet. “How about tonight?” He broke one of his eggs, the yolk streaming out only to be stopped by his crust of toast. “I’m busy tonight.” Most men would at ...
But he’d had her so good. And she’d had him. He knew her flavors, the fullness of her lips, the hunger of her kiss, how good her mouth felt around him.At eight-thirty in the morning, he was already gun-metal hard. Zoe Hudson nibbled a muffin as she listened dutifully to a forty-something guy with...
That’s why she couldn’t talk. That’s why she was sitting next to Stacy in the front seat of the car with her fingernails tearing holes in the vinyl door grip.Nothing better to rip you out of the moment than realizing your friend was masturbating right in front of you. In public. And you were lett...