5/30/2023 0 Comments Hottest mess by j kennerThere’s something I need from the kitchen.” His eyes meet mine, and I see the humor-and the heat-in them. “Dallas…” The protest is clear in my voice, but he seems not to notice. Hell, I want him to slam me back against a wall, press his body to mine, and fuck me into oblivion.Įxcept I can’t get the words out, and by the time I open my mouth, he’s already speaking. Heat courses through me, and my body clenches. My senses are still glowing like embers, and he has just stoked the fire. He hasn’t spanked me hard, but it doesn’t matter. Since my skirt is short enough to make a streetwalker blush-and since I’m not wearing any underwear-his palm makes contact with more skin than material. It’s almost five in the morning, and he knows damn well that I have not only been pretty much up all night, but that it’s been an exhausting twenty-four hours, both physically and emotionally. I pause in the foyer, turning a bit to gape at him. “Are you tired?” Dallas asks as we step inside my Upper West Side townhouse.
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