Forbidden Romance Tales
he asked, his eyes scanning her body like a predator.
“No,” Marie replied softly, settling onto the worn leather couch, her legs crossing.
"Are you sure?" He stepped closer, towering over her.
"Yes, I am sure. I don't want to get caught either."
Her voice held a hint of nervousness, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She perched on the couch while he finished securing the curtains and then sat at the head, his muscular frame dominating the space.
"It's not just chilling out for me. It's more than that. You understand I'm risking my marriage here for some cheerleader pussy," he said, the words dripping with demeaning hunger as his hand slid up her skirt from his position, fingers grazin