The cuffs stayed on. Faith stayed on her knees, breathing hard, chest rising and falling, her massive breasts…
Tyrone’s private number lit up again. Another message. “Meet me. Tonight. No backup.” An address followed—an abandoned loft…
Sweet southern charm hides Aspen’s dirtiest secret—she loves to be worshipped… and to worship right back.
The knock hadn’t gone away. Brooke was trembling beneath Tyrone as he pounded her into the desk, Aspen’s…
The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, low growls, muffled moans, and the desperate…