Author Β» Casey Hagen. Operation girl next door, p. Support this site by clicking ads , thank you! Operation: Girl Next Door, page 5. Her eyes dropped to the front of his boxers and she gasped. She rubbed her neck and avoided his eyes. Go ahead, take the rest off. Will you? You know, again?
She hurried and dragged her pants and underwear off in one swoop. In the next breath, she was a streak of skin, beautiful skin, as she hightailed it to the massage bed and yanked a sheet over herself.
Very smooth. How humiliating was it to be twenty-five and still infatuated with your high school crush? She'd worked backstage for years, with every kind of male dancer out there; the prima donnas, the macho cocky ones, the lazy lot, and the perfectionists. She had seen some of the best bodies out there and she had always managed to keep her libido in check.
When she dated, she dated business types not so into fitness and their looks, but solid, respectable men with K plans and goals for a house, a family. She wanted what her parents had, well, minus the stay at home mom part. Time for a man. So what the hell was she doing here, in upsCartwright New York, shamelessly kissing her childhood crush, who might actually be the definition of a womanizer.
She jumped in the shower after the massage under the ruse of wanting to wash off the oil, as well as the traveling and shopping, but what she really did was stand under a frozen spray. Well, she tried it. It started off shocking her system so all she could think about was her misery, until she became all too aware of the tightening of her nipples and the way those sensations shot right between her legs.
