FREE WITH KINDLE UNLIMITED
This is part one of three-part series
I’ve always been exposed to men who would bend over backwards just to get to me, but never had I felt the urge to reciprocate those needs until my mother remarried. I knew something wasn’t right the moment she dropped the engagement bomb to me, but there was absolutely nothing I could have done to change things back then. Somehow, I liked it that way.
“Do you want to touch me right now?â€
I’ve gathered up every single building block of my courage and asked him the naughtiest question I could ever come up with. As much as I like to take all of the credits, the seven glasses of wine I took in were mainly the source of the confidence that oozed in me.
“You have no idea how much I want to touch you right now.†Jared answered with the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard.
His words jam-packed my whole system with an urge to jump right into him and touch him myself.
I shouldn’t have let him tease me like this and made me play this stupid game. But it was too late for me to just stand up and walk away. I was a slave to his every word, a captive of his alluring gestures and right then and there, I fell for him like autumn leaves.
This is so wrong…