Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
Now at twenty-three, the ache for him had only grown sharper, more desperate.
The erotic novel lay open on the desk beside me, its pages filled with filthy scenes of forbidden dominance and surrender that only made my pussy wetter.
I rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles, then plunged two fingers back inside myself, imagining it was his thick cock stretching me instead. My husband Marcus had never made me feel like this. Not once.
Useless bastard.
The thought of him made me thrust harder. Marcus was good for nothing, not in bed, not in conversation, not even in running the company he’d married into.