HEARTBREAK FOR HIRE IS LIVE!
I turn trusted housewives into adulterous whores.
holding my dress, but just as I did, the door to the dressing room flew
open, and Dylan stood there looking back at me.
the door, and then they dropped from my face and slid down my body in an
should have screamed at him to get out, but I didn’t move or tell him to go.
The way he was looking at me, I needed that. I needed to feel beautiful and
him, his eyes a stormy blue.
uncomfortable. If Mitchell supposedly loved me and disliked what he saw when he
looked at me, then surely a man who didn’t love me would see me as even worse.
bathroom was the last door on the right, but I’m guessing she meant the last
door on the left,” he said, not bothering to the hide the fact that he was
looking at my body.
quietly shut the door behind him.
finger over my shoulder and down across my chest. “I can’t stop looking at
now, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. His finger dipped into
the top of my folded arms and between my breasts.
woman who thinks she’s unattractive,” he said, moving close enough that his
whispered words ruffled the hairs on the
side of my face. “But the truth is, my cock’s hard just looking at you.”
that. No man had ever been so brazen, saying naughty words to me in such a
He moved closer, his lips skimming my earlobe and making me bite my bottom lip.
half naked. And the truth was, I couldn’t move. My legs were stiff, and my feet
were rooted to the spot.
my cock is hard and throbbing for you?” He licked my lobe, and I shivered.
“Here you are, in your white bra and panties, looking so innocent and
corruptible … what’s an evil man like me supposed to do?”
able to speak up.
making me blush even harder.
question. “You don’t think I’m evil?”
leaned forward, pressing his lips against my shoulder.
my head to the side to give him more skin to explore.
your panties is riding up your curvy hips and disappearing into the sweet space
between your thighs.” He kissed my shoulder once again, his breath striking the
side of my neck and filling my ear. “I want to be that lace, Gwyn. I want to be
resting inside your warmth.”
Dear God, he was good, and I was so very bad.