How he would have loved to have screwed her again, He'd fantasized about taking her on his terms, not hers; but she'd made it clear that that wouldn't happen, not ever. All he had of her anymore was the sumptuous view of her carefully exposed flesh, a peek at her bush and a glance at a gaping suit that revealed the hard bud of an erect n****e.
Today, as he remembered that first meeting, her breasts were fully covered by the clinging blue knit of her dress. He could see outlines, recall what was beneath the exteriors she'd put on for him, even visualize her stripping the two of them again for a hearty f**k. Yet he knew that wouldn't happen.
“You use your talents well, your works reflects it,” Jerome said truly appreciative. She was excellent at what she did, her reputation had preced
