Cold Hard Cash: A Story Of Erotica - Plot & Excerpts
Cold Hard Cash. He was hot and he was hard, most all the time. Good for me, I know.He was the best looking man I’d ever seen. He was the kind of man most women would kill for, with the body to match. He stood tall and proud and dark and handsome, like a Greek god with abs to match. His black hair was cut short so his gray eyes really stood out and they stared with this intensity that was at once hard to define and impossible to look away from. And he was mine, mine, mine. Well, at least until I had to catch a plane back home. “Go on,” he said and waved his hand at the door. “Leave. If you can’t handle it, just leave.”But I didn’t want to leave, not just yet. If I left, I certainly wouldn’t get what I wanted and what I wanted was more sex. He stared at me, looking hurt and a little sad. That was my fault. Well, it was my big mouth’s fault. But I couldn’t do anything about what I’d said. I’d said I was sorry and I wanted to make amends, if only he’d allow me. “Go on, Myra,”
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