DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
he whispered, his thumb now grazing my bottom lip.
"How do you know my name and that I'm crying over a man?" I asked, my voice trembling.
I'm telling you, this man was standing at a towering 6'4", his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed me whole. His hair was styled in a perfect, dark pompadour, and his face was clean-shaven, highlighting a jawline that looked like it was carved from granite. His icy blue eyes were predatory, fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.