Today’s excerpt is from an untitled WIP.
“That’s not an answer.” He traced the swell of her breast. “I could give you so much more than this. Come with me, serve me as you used to.” He slipped his hand beneath her towel and scratched his blackened nails along her side. “You must remember the pleasure.”
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Jeanne St. James