Chapter Twelve
She glowed like Aphrodite in the moonlight, a goddess in white. “Wait.” She stepped back then shimmied out of her dress, laying it on the ground.
Jason’s mouth went dry at the sight of her, golden curls reflecting silver. “If I was a painter, you’d be my muse.”
Raising her hands high, she spun once, twice. Her siren call was so powerful, he suddenly understood why Odysseus lashed himself to the mast of his ship. He would follow her to hell and back.
Slowly sinking to the ground, she stretched out on her dress, resting on her elbows. He dropped to his knees. t**s or p***y? He didn’t know where to start.
Her mouth dropped open slightly, tongue slowly slicking her lower lip. “t**s first, then pussy.” The corner of her mouth tilted up and she dropped her knees open, giving
