XANDRY

It’s all started with a flirt. It wasn’t a surprise to me that he’s a playboy—it’s all written all over his pretty face. He’s the kind of guy your mom warned you about, but your body craves. It might be hard to accept, but I’ve been in a dry spell for a long time. So maybe he’s the answer, but the charming, cocky, and brutally honest playboy made me feel like no man ever did. And pretty soon, I was in too deep. *** It wasn’t a part of my plan. In fact, I never have imagined my life to be with someone more than just to warm my bed, let alone a woman with a kid, but just a single look at her gorgeous blue eyes, I’m already confused—I’ve never been drawn to any women the way I was drawn to her.

Gia Hunter · Urban

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45 Chs

Believe Me

BLAINE

That was the longest ride ever. The car smelled sexual tension. Billions of nerves in my body were hyper-aware of it. It was hard to normally breathe when your heart sped up of anticipation and of being turned on at the same time.

I couldn’t count the curses he threw when the traffic light turned red.

We barely got inside his apartment before he slammed his mouth over mine—kissing me savagely, devouring my mouth, pushing his tongue inside, and stroking with mine. His hands traveled my back, under my shirt, then down, grasped my rear, and moved south, cupped my heat—a spot that turned my world upside down causing me to gasp to his scorching touch through my jeans. My breast ached, my nipples already hardened longing for his hot mouth.

I gasped as he lifted off my shirt above my head. He shrugged off his coat with a soft thud on the floor. I tore open his shirt—buttons flew everywhere with light clatters.

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