| Author: | Laurel Bennett | ISBN: | 9781458067234 |
| Publisher: | Laurel Bennett | Publication: | June 1, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laurel Bennett |
| ISBN: | 9781458067234 |
| Publisher: | Laurel Bennett |
| Publication: | June 1, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Dear Readers,
Please be aware that this is a short, hot, steamy, sexy story. It is not a full length novel.
Best regards,
Laurel Bennett
Audrey has the hots for her house guest and is mortified when he walks in to find her doing something naughty. It's not until he gets her husband on the phone that things get steamy.
Excerpt:
I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked back at my naked bottom. It was pretty. Pretty round. Still in good shape. I was happy to say that I still had it. I didn’t have it as nicely as Matthew did, though. Matthew was perfect, with his chiseled face and confident jaw. I’d caught him coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel a few nights ago, and I’d wanted to lick the drops of water from his chest. But then John stumbled into the hallway and shooed him in to his room. Matthew had gone. But for a moment I’d wished he would drop the towel so I could see if his ass was as hard as his chest appeared to be.
I would go to hell for fantasizing about a man who wasn’t mine.
Dear Readers,
Please be aware that this is a short, hot, steamy, sexy story. It is not a full length novel.
Best regards,
Laurel Bennett
Audrey has the hots for her house guest and is mortified when he walks in to find her doing something naughty. It's not until he gets her husband on the phone that things get steamy.
Excerpt:
I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked back at my naked bottom. It was pretty. Pretty round. Still in good shape. I was happy to say that I still had it. I didn’t have it as nicely as Matthew did, though. Matthew was perfect, with his chiseled face and confident jaw. I’d caught him coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel a few nights ago, and I’d wanted to lick the drops of water from his chest. But then John stumbled into the hallway and shooed him in to his room. Matthew had gone. But for a moment I’d wished he would drop the towel so I could see if his ass was as hard as his chest appeared to be.
I would go to hell for fantasizing about a man who wasn’t mine.
