I'm about to argue with her, tell her that she shouldn't be checking out Mark since he is at least twenty years younger than her. But I'm silenced by the door opening and Mark coming inside. "I believe I was promised an iced coffee that never was delivered—where is the gratitude for my hard work o
Linda I don't know what to do. Mark and Helen are looking at me expectantly. They want me to answer the question: am I interested in Mark? And with each passing second that I don't say anything, I can feel my heart pounding faster. My skin is all sweaty, and I'm nervous. This is so unlike me. I'm
Linda This dinner couldn’t be more awkward... I lacked the ingredients to make something amazing, like my pasta or my infamous Swedish meatballs. The only meat I found was some chicken nuggets in my freezer. I fried those together with some fries, and I couldn’t be more embarrassed. Mark is a fam
Gosh. I’m in so much trouble. Mark is wonderful, and I take a deep breath before answering. “I would like that,” I whisper, feeling a sense of butterflies in my stomach when I meet his eyes. They are so close to mine, and my toes curl when he smiles. And then, before I know it, Mark’s lips are on
Linda My heart begins to pound faster. Mark is looking at me with expectant eyes, and the heat in his eyes is enough to make my arousal reach new heights. I want him to eat me out, but he said he wouldn’t do it unless I agreed to date him. A frustrated sigh leaves my lips. “Blackmailing me already
“Oh, please.” “Say it again.” “What?” I ask, my voice is slightly shaky. “That you need me,” his voice has gone lower, and I shudder at the authority in it. Mark is normally as tame as a lamb, but it seems like there is a more dominant nature to him in bed. It turns me on even more. He might be
“You have the most perfect tits,” he grunts. “I can’t stop myself from playing with them.” I crack my eyes open and stare at his large pectoral muscles that easily rival the size of my breasts. But don’t get me wrong. My breasts are by no chance small. It’s just that Mark is a fucking beast. “Your
Linda I panic when I open my eyes and see thick, muscular arms wrapped around me. My ex-husband is dead, and I haven’t spent the night with anyone in forever. All logic leaves my brain, and I scream before bolting up from bed. It doesn’t matter that I was the one who invited Mark to my home. I’m n