Plus-Sized Assassin
But alas, she was never going to feel the intoxicating lull of his lips against hers, never going to experience that passion with which he worshiped every single curve of her, the very one whose memory alone had her panties dampening with liquid heat.
She hated that it had to come to this, but it was the only way she saw this working out.
Barbara ducked into a private employee washroom and bolted the heavy door behind her, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches that were part panic and part manic adrenaline.
“Focus, Barbie, come on,” she hissed to her reflection, slapping herself once, and then twice, sharply across the cheeks to steady her. The focus that came with the sting had her r
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