Passion Blooms In Paris (Diary Of A Free Woman) - Plot & Excerpts
Strands refused to smooth out with the others as she brushed them again and again. The product she’d applied to control the frizz didn’t seem to be working and she considered pinning her locks behind her head. But Pierre loved smelling and touching her waves. He’d complimented them several times. Since this was her last night with him, she decided to let her unruly mane flow free. She set the brush on the counter and sighed. She would miss Paris. Moreover, she’d miss Pierre. A smile magically appeared on her face as she recounted the last two days. Pierre had shown her various parts of Paris including the Eiffel Tower. He’d kept close to her and his hands had been constantly somewhere on her body. He’d seemed to enjoy touching her. She’d certainly liked it. The ever-present hard-on he’d sported had tempted her many times to jump on him. And when he kissed her, she’d wanted to melt in his embrace. She’d done just that in her hotel room less than twenty-four hours ago.
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