Noelle wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. She was a twenty-seven years old business owner with an agreeable disposition, and she worked very hard.
Love was something she never thought she'd have. As for s*x, well, she'd always been open to the idea, but let's face it, she was mousy. Not just her looks, but her personality as well.
She wasn't particularly tall. Her body had some padding, but it wasn't enough to be called curvy like her best friend, Joss. Her hair was brown, her skin pale, well, she had nice blue eyes. But nothing like the teal of Sander's eyes.
Sander who was owning her mouth like he'd die if he didn't have a taste of her. Holy crap! This was the most intense kiss of Noelle's life. She clung to his broad shoulders like some whimpering maiden in a fairytale, but da
