She couldn’t believe how different she appeared in the blood-red, knee-length satin dress with sheer sleeves and bow straps. Fifty years acting like a human had made her used to wearing prim and proper business suits for the occasional mandatory business meeting. The rest of the time she slipped ...
Odd that she loved the slap of his bare feet against the floor. As he entered her tattoo parlor, everything about her just seemed to zoom in on everything about him. She’d never experienced such an interesting, intense reaction to a man before. But her work ethics were ingrained deeply inside of ...
But the euphoria of the sexual haze drifting all around her was sweeping her into a blissful peace she really enjoyed. Her mind was freeing itself, devoid of questions, of anxiety and fear. She wanted to drown in the erotic blankness. She would have, too, had she not smelled him. His dominant, fi...