What Daddy Left Behind
It was backless, clinging to her ass like a second skin, the fabric dipping dangerously low in the front.
She was posing in the mirror, her lips pouted, looking every inch the siren. Drawing to my soul.
The second was her in black lace. It was sheer. I could see the shadow of her nipples through the fabric.
The third was a close-up. Just her cleavage, the silk robe pulled aside, with the caption: Thinking of you.
The rage about Lexi Diamond vanished, swallowed whole by a hunger so violent my vision blurred.
I groaned, placing the phone down on the desk but kept the screen lit. I couldn't take it anymore.