Forbidden Romance Tales
He nipped her earlobe while his other hand palmed her tit through the bra, thumb circling the nipple until it strained against the lace.
Marie squirmed, barely managing to plate the food without burning it, her body alight with frustration and desire.
After dinner, Brad pushed back his chair. "Wait on the bed for me. I need a cigarette."
She obeyed. He stepped out onto the balcony. After burning his lungs, when he returned, the sight in front of him hit like a punch, Marie posed provocatively on the bed. She had peeled off the robe, her lingerie-clad body was an erotic masterpiece of temptation.