Browsing: #detective

The man with the black eyes strode into the room like a panther. His movements were smooth and languid, an erotic tease of what was to come. Heat surged through Isaiah as his gaze raked the man’s body – from his smooth, muscled chest to his hard, inviting ass. The two locked eyes, and Isaiah knew from that moment he was in for a wild ride.

Henry’s hardness was his to give. I wanted it. Desperately. I bucked, slamming my hips against his thigh and grunted like an animal desperate to take it. He was mine, or at least I convinced myself he was. As I took it, I was no longer me – I was a male animal mad with lust.