Silence is harder to endure when it's shared. I know they’re both there and try to banish the latent vision of Leila, spread naked, face-up on the table ahead of me, bound to it by four silk scarves similar to the one that blindfolds me. She's an open invitation that I haven't taken. Yet. Her breathing stutters every time the tip of my cock flexes in her entrance. Each agonising second captured in the slick heat of her pu...

Justine flicked her blonde tresses aside and wedged the phone between her cheek and shoulder. “I can meet you in a bit. Like, half ten? Mom reminded me to water Mr. Turner's plants early.” She scrabbled in her cutoffs for the key and lined it up with the back door lock, laughing. “Yeah yeah, that hot guy to our left.” She swung the door and stepped through into the kitchen, the most striking feature being it was so clean...

Her thumb was out, but it wasn't the first thing Warren noticed. Had there been any other traffic besides his BMW on the tree-lined state highway, her figure would have stopped it. Honeyed hair, the same hue as the endless scorched road surface upon which he'd been travelling, tumbled down her back and brushed the exposed strip of midriff below the loose hem of her white vest top. Stunning. And that was before his gaze ve...