Page 38 of David's Proposal

So what was that all about?

Elizabeth Fox lied to her mother?

What happened?

She fabricated a little story, and her mother bought it. My driver bought it, although he doesn’t care.

Even I have bought it.

She looks… Tension swirls through my blood. I never expected her to be that…Fascinating.

Hot.

But looks are misleading, and so are the sweet girls like her.

They are the hardest to read and always keep you guessing. Their hidden desires make a priest blush.

I can easily tell she wears nothing underneath her little coat. Is it a coat? A jacket?

Her legs are bare, on full display.

How did she get to the hotel?

She took a cab?

She couldn’t have had a friend pick her up. That wouldn’t make much sense.

Her hair is a burst of color and moves like a cloak. A crimson cloak.

Red.

Hmm… Sure.

A soft smile creases my lips.

What a naughty little minx she is.

Mesmerized, I watch her study the room, check the bed, and round the pool.

She strolls back inside and puts on some music.Then she drinks wine.

This is intrusive, yet I can’t stop looking at her.

She lies down before entertaining herself with a glass of wine, her hair fanned over the pillow.

Bloody red against pure white.

Her jacket slides open, and my lips pull slightly apart.

The bluish light in the room rolls over her chest, giving her hair a purple reflection.

Her skin is smooth beneath the lacy underwear, her tits bare. She presses her heels into the crisp sheets, and I imagine her legs open, my fingers reaching to her thighs, sliding inside her underwear, and pulling the panties to the side, my mouth crashing onto her clit.

I bet she tastes great.

My Adam’s apple bobs as I swallow hard.

I get hard imagining licking that woman.

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