Kostas punched his fist into the hood of his car and let an expletive filled string of phrases he was certain his mother would have washed his mouth out for as a child, blue the surrounding air. He had not expected what he’d seen. He had underestimated her words.
His d**k ached as he recalled the image he had seen not five minutes before when he’d pulled his car up to the curb and got out. He had thought she had simply figured out he was following her and had pulled into a parking lot to talk but when she’d exited the car in full shiny black patent leather with platform boots and a high pony like the night at Laskaris, he’d immediately lost his breath. She was breathtaking and the urge to bend her over the hood of her car was overwhelming. He had almost run to her, incorrectly assuming h
