When the hottest wife and actress I ever slept with leaves me fifty bucks and sneaks out of my bad, I'm completely feeling a little... dirty.
Most men might let it go. But I'm not most men. This actress has left her mark on me and I have to track he...
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(Phoebe Tonkin's POV.)
Chapter one:
Travis brushes his lips over mine. His touch is soft, inviting rather than taking.
Hot sparks of excitement crackle over me. Even my fingertips are tingling.
I open my mouth and flick my tongue over his lips. I want to know if I'm right about him tasting like whiskey. But he's so much more headier. More addictive.
He feels like the hottest dream and sweetest endearment. There's a breath confidence in the way he meets my tongue, slips into his mouth. My heart is racing like I'm dancing hard, sweat filming over my heated skin. His breath fans over me, and I fit our bodies closer, wanting more... needing more.
