Chance…
The image of Emma’s rosy cheeks, heats my drive, landing a loud smack with my fist to the worn leather bag arousing me even more. God, what I would love to do to her…
She’s not yours… I remind myself, like I do every time I see her. Keeping my distance from her over the past few days has proven to be harder than I anticipated.
The flush of her skin clouds my subconscious and I envision all the shades of pink I could make her skin. My d**k stiffens instantly. f**k, how does she get to me this quickly?
I land my last jab and decide another cold shower is due to extinguish the fire building within me.
I follow the smell coming from the kitchen. Damn, I’m hungry, I think as I walk through the kitchen doors. Ms. May’s new chef, Molly, a petite woman with black hair that she wears
