Sinful Lust Stories
She had expected him to follow her and at least try to explain himself but he hadn’t.
Arabella dressed quickly, cheeks hot with shame. By night, she wished she hadn’t snapped and had let him touch her longer.
The next morning, her friend dragged her through the bustling city streets, yapping about a new fisherman at the market, who was new and hot as sin.
Arabella had rolled her eyes, until she did see him.
Her breath caught. The fisherman was her stranger and he had those same dark, predatory eyes.
He stood behind a stall, hauling a glistening silver fish from a net, flexing those yummy muscles. When his eyes looked up and met hers, it was as if everyone else vanished.