The door slightly creaked open and Camden poked his head out. Camden was my eight-year-old son. He was a good kid, I loved him something fierce and would lay down my life for the little guy. He lucked out because he was the spitting image of me. Not that his mom was bad looking. He was tall for h...
I was lucky to find a job here. I’d searched for jobs all over in Vegas. Bangs was the last listing, and when I contacted them and sent my resume, Drea had instantly called me. We hit it off and she hired me. It really helped that my old boss and she had met at a seminar on hair in New York, and ...
It felt damn good. Being around Nathan all the time had only made me hornier, needier. What I really needed was for him to settle between my legs and give me what I wanted. But what I desired ran so much deeper than just a roll between the sheets. I wanted to be his everything. I wanted him to lo...