The woman’s lips were soft, yet there was a frantic, almost practiced urgency to the way she sought my mouth. For a fleeting second, I felt a twinge of disappointment. She’s experienced, I thought, the bitter taste of reality momentarily dampening my excitement. But I quickly silenced that nagging voice in my head. What was I expecting? A woman this exquisite, found in the predatory shadows of the city's neon nightlife, was bound to have a history. I told myself to be grateful for the windfall that had landed in my lap.
As we kissed, her hand strayed downward, fumbling blindly until she found the heavy ridge of my desire. The touch was like a match to a powder keg. To hell with the consequences, I thought. I was a man who had lived on scraps for years; tonight, I was going to feast. While
