What I Really Wanted

Jill has wanted Louie since the day they met. Only snag: he’s dating her best friend and her own boyfriend is his closest mate. The phone he left behind is just the excuse she needs. When he steps inside she takes it from his hand and drops it on the table. She meets his stare, steps out of her shorts, and climbs onto him right there on the sofa. Her dark curls press against him as she sinks down, riding him with slow, hungry rolls of her hips. Her boyfriend will never know, his best friend will never tell, and all she wants now is the heat of Louie filling her until he spills down her throat. She finishes what she started, tasting every drop she worked for.