“ To make sure that the results aren't manipulated, I took extra measures,” Aaron announced, standing tall at the centre of the living room, dripping a hot rugged charm with every arch of his shoulders and flex of his muscles. In a tailored pants and a sparkling white shirt, religiously buttoned on both wrists, but parted at the chest, leaving room for the pendant on his chest to take a peek, he looks nothing less than a Greek god. Clean shave, clean look and a breathtaking aura equals…my heat.
“ Concentrate,” I scolded myself, trying to keep my mind on everything which makes me angry.
Very often, my eyes wander down his chest, and up again, drifting away from the shores of anger to the call of the ache between my legs.
The swirls, whirls and twirls spells one word: ovulation.
I snap
