Since few eligible, young men move to Waresville, and I’d exhausted all the reserves the town had to offer, I usually spent most of my nights as Foxxy. It was a fun time to be sure, but my sex life severely suffered because of it. You’re not having sex with h...
I’d been at Wyatt’s too late last night, and that meant I was off to a late start on my plans for the day. Breaking into other’s homes is not something to be rushed. Whistling to myself, I pranced down the stairs, enjoying the last tendrils of my good mood. Upon seeing my ...
“Where’s Stoner Stan?” “Probably in the bathroom, Miss Foxxy,” he replied, keeping his gaze straight ahead, muscles tensed and ready for trouble. “I’m glad I got you to stop calling me ‘Harper’ at work, but it’s ‘Foxxy.’ ...