I didn’t sleep for a single minute last night.
No, I paced the edges of my new house, replaying that kiss. Her tiny gasps. Replaying every second of my short acquaintance with Aleera, from the moment I saw her facing down a man twice her size like a badass lioness, to the way she swung from vulnerable to determined to stubborn in that back room. Rubbing her p***y in my lap one second, telling me goodbye the next.
Jesus, she’s got me so hot, I can’t think straight.
Beating myself off holds no appeal whatsoever. I’m rock hard, distended in my briefs, but I refuse to touch it. Next and last person to lay a finger on that c**k is going to be Aleera Stephens, end of story.
She’s going to be mine.
But I’ve made a living out of reading my opponents and one thing is clear.
If I want her, I’l
