Moving his hands up my thighs, he caressed every delicate curve. He glided his palm slowly, tantalizing my nerves.“Lean back and close those pretty eyes, buttercup. You’re about to get spoiled,” he growled. I rocked my hips forward and whispered, “Use the showerhead.” A filthy grin formed across his handsome face. I wasn’t going home. I was going to stay here and live the life I deserved.
-Penelope Woods
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