Frankie was going to drop more than a hundred feet from the Milwaukee City Arena catwalk to the middle of the ring. Splat. At least it would boost ratings. The boom of fireworks shot panic through her veins as she gripped the metal rail with trembling, gloved fingers. “You’ll go down slow and eas...
They’ve tasted of peppermint Tic Tacs or cherry bubble gum or even cigars, like Greg. But nothing’s tasted like this. Or felt like this. J.D.’s lips are soft and warm. The taste is indescribable, like chocolate, only better. Heat floods my cheeks and drifts down my neck. It slowly spreads across ...
The Stripper patted her on the shoulder like a kid sister, and continued his breaking-and-entering routine. Sandy closed her eyes and pulled his jacket tight across her body. I need you to make love to me. Will you do that, Stripper? Could she have made a bigger fool of herself? The last thing sh...