I’ll put money on you. Twenty thousand dollars. Just flash those gorgeous tits. Your opponent will go down without a fight.” Trent reached over and squeezed my left breast. I had changed into a tank top and jean shorts before we left the office. It was Friday night. We drove over the Brooklyn Bri...
That was a good question. I was wearing one of the few sexy pieces of clothing that I’d hastily shoved into my suitcase before tiptoeing out of Granton’s apartment with terror pounding in my chest in the pre-dawn hours. I wasn’t even sure what I was grabbing at that point, snatching fabric in t...