The erotic beat of her pulse had grown with each stroke of his tongue. She was no more immune to his advances as he was to her pretense of aloofness. He took a breath and adjusted his vest. “Good evening, Mother,” he replied, walking to her. “Good evening, Landon.” She lifted her cheek. He took h...
It came down to one central question. Did he love her? Seconds ticked by. Do I? The thought of commitment lathered his body with a cold sweat. It was so easy to commit to eight seconds, but a lifetime? He dampened his dry lips with a brush of his tongue. “It’s not a hard question.” Alma said. “Ei...