by on January 8, 2019
"You know, Zayn, this is all your fault." Playfully Angel raked through his hair with her brightly painted red nails. A workaholic, she never took time for herself. The romance writers convention was in town and she was booked solid. The handsome young accountant at her feet sensually and slowly massaged the perfectly curved arch of her foot with just the right pressure. "My fault! What did I do?" Angel cooed as his expert touch pressed out a day's worth of living. "You are the one who ...
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