Craving Lust: A Spicy Romance Collection
Tight black jeans that hugged every curve of her hips and ass, a cropped red top that showed a strip of smooth tanned skin at her waist, and dark hair falling loose over her shoulders.
Her eyes locked on mine, daring me to say something stupid.
“You always sneak up on people like that?” I asked, leaning back against the counter. My voice came out rougher than I meant.
Lena crossed her arms, pushing her tits up in a way that made it really hard not to look. “Only when I smell trouble. You track that oil all over my sister’s clean floors again?”
“Your sister’s floors,” I repeated, smirking. “Last I checked this was still my dad’s house. And I pay rent by fixing shit around here, not by tiptoei
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