Chole
One word.
Big.
Damn, he was big. Trust me, I knew.
Rather, I felt it—the hard, solid evidence beneath me, pressing against my thigh. Something hard, something big. It made my heart race, and I wanted so badly to remove the stupid clothes separating us.
Forget it, this man beneath me was perfect.
A stripper who’s big? That’s an extra bonus.
The heat coursing through my body took over everything else—name it: common sense, decency, shame. They were all gone, thrown into the trash. I didn't even want to waste another second on small talk. I wanted to stop this back-and-forth and head straight to a bedroom, somewhere private where I could have my way with him.
How good would it be if he was half-naked, entertaining me, moving for me. My pulse quickened at the thought. My body wa
