*** WARNING ***
MATURE CONTENT
THE FOLLOWING IS INTENDED STRICTLY FOR PERSONS 18 & OVER
(FF Erotica)
Kelli Wynter is killing time in the hotel’s bar after her date cancels on her when she meets advertising executive Georgina Pearson, and her night suddenly goes from zero to sixty after the sultry blonde gets Kelli up to her room.
EXCERPT …
“Don’t fight it, baby,” Georgina purred as her head rose, her gaze hooded and heavy with desire. “You know you want this to happen just as bad.”
“I don’t. I told you, I’m not into girls.”
“If you weren’t ‘into girls’ you wouldn’t have kissed me like that. And I wouldn’t have been sucking your breast a second ago,” the blonde pointed out in a gravelly whisper.
“I … I didn’t mean to. I just got caught up in the whole moment,” she argued with a feeble shake of her head.
“You’re lying,” Georgina chuckled. “But not to me. To yourself.”
“I’m not,” she insisted. “I …”
However, she was silenced as Georgina’s mouth recaptured hers, forcing her lips apart under the insistence of a probing tongue. But her legs parted of their own free will to grant access to the hand between them.
“No underwear?” Georgina noted with a look of surprise as her hand reached the top of the thigh and her fingers brushed against the smooth folds at its apex. “You’re a naughty little kitten, aren’t you, Miss Wynter?” she murmured, her lips curving into a playful smile as her fingers continued to tease the silky folds with fleeting caresses.