6/4/2023 0 Comments Until Susan by C.P. SmithThen he was in front of me, towering over my body like a predator. When I didn’t respond, something stirred in the depth of his expression and he moved, stalking around the bed, the air of uncoiled power dripping from him. He cocked his head, the movement almost catlike with his eyes shimmering in the diffused light of the room. Dear God, the man made my body hum with a single look. He looked like a wild man again, and my heart reacted with a resounding thump. My eyes traveled slowly up his body to his face without answering. “Yeah?” I jumped when he answered, lost in the erotic memories of what we’d just done. The memory of him sliding in and out of me with powerful thrusts short-circuited my brain, and I stood captivated, mute, and dazed. The broad, corded muscles of his back flexed as he drew the shirt over his head, and I was thoroughly enjoying the view until I noticed the tiny red lines I’d left behind with my fingernails. He was pulling on his shirt and I paused in admiration. “J AMES?” I CALLED OUT, looking over my shoulder.
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