Purr
He couldn’t get it out of his head: that thrum, that trill, that quiver.
Alex’s cell vibrated in his pocket and his cock hardened in simple-minded kneejerk Pavlovian response. He knew the vibration signaled a text, and he knew Evie had sent that text, which could mean only one thing. Evie was back in town. Fuck. She said she’d be here this week. She had keys to his place. Not that she ever bothered to use them. It had to be her. He leaned forward in his office chair to hide his growing erecti...