| Author: | Alana Church | ISBN: | 9781370833337 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing | Publication: | March 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Alana Church |
| ISBN: | 9781370833337 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing |
| Publication: | March 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Ron Hendrick is desperate. Out of money and out of food, he has to shoplift to feed his family. But when he is caught, the sexy security guard decides not to press charges. Ron is going to have to repay his debt to society in a different way. Because Ron's been "Busted By the MILF!"
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
So close, and so far away.
Ron was driving her crazy, even though he had barely made a single move in her direction. Martya’s arousal rose with every breath she took, taking in his clean male scent. If the kids hadn’t been in the same room, she thought, smiling, she would have already been naked. She shivered at the thought of them making love someday, in front of the fire, the warm orange light gilding their bodies.
Which didn’t mean she couldn’t do anything about the situation. As he spoke quietly, telling her about his theories about love and witches and Disney movies, she moved her hand under the blanket. With quick, deft moves, she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand under the waistband.
Jackpot.
His manhood filled her hand, hot and hard and erect, and she had to bite her lip to stifle the moan of longing which would have had the girls looking at her curiously. As it was, his softly-spoken narrative stumbled to a halt as she stroked him, and he was unable to pick up the tangled threads of conversation.
“What’s the matter?” she teased, running her fingers up and down his length. And damn, what a length it was! “Cat got your tongue? Or does something else…have something else?”
A muted groan, little more than a huff of air, was her only answer.
“From the first moment that I saw you, in the store,” she murmured, leaning close so she could whisper into his ear, “I wanted you.” She followed up the words with a sharp nip to his earlobe, which won a startled jerk. She licked the lobe in apology, then took it into her mouth, suckling softly. “So young. And no idea how hot you were.
“Of course,” she continued, choosing brutal honesty, “if I had thought you were just jacking things from the store to get your kicks, I would have hauled your ass in to the station and turned you over to the cops, and never given you a second thought.”
“Good thing I wasn’t then, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes. And it’s always nice to know that your interest is…returned.” She ran her thumb around his crown, spreading his moisture around and around the soft flesh, feeling him shiver in frustrated longing. She could sense him shifting on the couch, his hips lifting to push himself into her hand, and smiled. Over the past year, when she had been almost numb from the loss of Harry’s death, she had wondered whether she was still attractive. Ron’s unabashed desire for her woke a feeling of fierce pride inside her.
I’m going to wear his young ass out, she thought.
Ron Hendrick is desperate. Out of money and out of food, he has to shoplift to feed his family. But when he is caught, the sexy security guard decides not to press charges. Ron is going to have to repay his debt to society in a different way. Because Ron's been "Busted By the MILF!"
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
So close, and so far away.
Ron was driving her crazy, even though he had barely made a single move in her direction. Martya’s arousal rose with every breath she took, taking in his clean male scent. If the kids hadn’t been in the same room, she thought, smiling, she would have already been naked. She shivered at the thought of them making love someday, in front of the fire, the warm orange light gilding their bodies.
Which didn’t mean she couldn’t do anything about the situation. As he spoke quietly, telling her about his theories about love and witches and Disney movies, she moved her hand under the blanket. With quick, deft moves, she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand under the waistband.
Jackpot.
His manhood filled her hand, hot and hard and erect, and she had to bite her lip to stifle the moan of longing which would have had the girls looking at her curiously. As it was, his softly-spoken narrative stumbled to a halt as she stroked him, and he was unable to pick up the tangled threads of conversation.
“What’s the matter?” she teased, running her fingers up and down his length. And damn, what a length it was! “Cat got your tongue? Or does something else…have something else?”
A muted groan, little more than a huff of air, was her only answer.
“From the first moment that I saw you, in the store,” she murmured, leaning close so she could whisper into his ear, “I wanted you.” She followed up the words with a sharp nip to his earlobe, which won a startled jerk. She licked the lobe in apology, then took it into her mouth, suckling softly. “So young. And no idea how hot you were.
“Of course,” she continued, choosing brutal honesty, “if I had thought you were just jacking things from the store to get your kicks, I would have hauled your ass in to the station and turned you over to the cops, and never given you a second thought.”
“Good thing I wasn’t then, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes. And it’s always nice to know that your interest is…returned.” She ran her thumb around his crown, spreading his moisture around and around the soft flesh, feeling him shiver in frustrated longing. She could sense him shifting on the couch, his hips lifting to push himself into her hand, and smiled. Over the past year, when she had been almost numb from the loss of Harry’s death, she had wondered whether she was still attractive. Ron’s unabashed desire for her woke a feeling of fierce pride inside her.
I’m going to wear his young ass out, she thought.
