Dakota’s P.O.V.
This week has been a dream, a dream I didn’t want to wake. I was ready for work to end. My thoughts were of Melody. Her body pressed against mine and the taste of her lips. I have struggled through the week, trying to keep my mind on my work. Thank god it was Friday, no more work, and I get to spend my time with her.
Mel made good on her threat to get me back for leaving her hanging last Saturday night. She came over on Sunday in what was the skimpiest outfit she owned. I mean, it didn’t leave much to the imagination, hugging the curves of her body. It turned me on by the sight of her. She strode over to me and ran her hands through my hair, pulling me to her and making my lips crash into hers. Our lips melted together, and I moaned into her lips. She forced her tongue in
