Author: | Jason Pinaster | ISBN: | 9781370024513 |
Publisher: | Jason Pinaster | Publication: | December 26, 2016 |
Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
Author: | Jason Pinaster |
ISBN: | 9781370024513 |
Publisher: | Jason Pinaster |
Publication: | December 26, 2016 |
Imprint: | Smashwords |
Language: | English |
Michael Rayburn, the lawyer who hired Lee and Eric to track down the Cyber Culprit, takes Lee to a mixed martial arts fight. She notices that the sight of two women wrestling arouses Michael, which arouses her. Her hand is on his thigh, inching upwards and upwards as he stares intently at the action inside the octagon.
Lee realizes how much she wants Michael, how much she needs him to fill the voids in her life—physical, emotional, spiritual, sexual.
As her hand inches higher, Lee imagines Michael taking her out for a date, a real romantic date. Carrot and ginger soup filling her nostrils with heady aromas, vigorous dancing to get their blood flowing, arousal heightened by close bodies, touching, rubbing up against each other. Michael would accept her invitation to come up to her apartment where she’d back herself up against the wall, forcing to follow and kiss her passionately.
In the bedroom, Michael would show her that his tongue, trained with legal jargon and courtroom oratory, could be put to even better uses!
They would take a break for desert—chocolate custard and strawberries. But the break would be shortened when Michael trickled chocolate where it didn’t belong and trace patterns in the chocolate down to areas were it really didn’t belong.
In the octagon, one of the combatants pins her opponent to the fence, right in front of them. Lee’s hand is just below Michael’s crotch. Will the match last long enough for…
Michael Rayburn, the lawyer who hired Lee and Eric to track down the Cyber Culprit, takes Lee to a mixed martial arts fight. She notices that the sight of two women wrestling arouses Michael, which arouses her. Her hand is on his thigh, inching upwards and upwards as he stares intently at the action inside the octagon.
Lee realizes how much she wants Michael, how much she needs him to fill the voids in her life—physical, emotional, spiritual, sexual.
As her hand inches higher, Lee imagines Michael taking her out for a date, a real romantic date. Carrot and ginger soup filling her nostrils with heady aromas, vigorous dancing to get their blood flowing, arousal heightened by close bodies, touching, rubbing up against each other. Michael would accept her invitation to come up to her apartment where she’d back herself up against the wall, forcing to follow and kiss her passionately.
In the bedroom, Michael would show her that his tongue, trained with legal jargon and courtroom oratory, could be put to even better uses!
They would take a break for desert—chocolate custard and strawberries. But the break would be shortened when Michael trickled chocolate where it didn’t belong and trace patterns in the chocolate down to areas were it really didn’t belong.
In the octagon, one of the combatants pins her opponent to the fence, right in front of them. Lee’s hand is just below Michael’s crotch. Will the match last long enough for…