You're Mine, Ex-wife!
As Dylan took possession of me, I found myself unable to resist, frozen in place. Gently, he brushed the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Then, with a sudden, unexpected motion, he pressed his lips to mine. At first, I hesitated, but as he drew me closer, I surrendered, allowing him to take control. Did I desire this? Had I been longing for his touch? Was it true what they say about pregnant women craving a man more? What the hell am I turning into?
Hot Chapters