| Author: | Delilah Devlin | ISBN: | 9781513058122 |
| Publisher: | Delilah Devlin | Publication: | August 2, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Delilah Devlin |
| ISBN: | 9781513058122 |
| Publisher: | Delilah Devlin |
| Publication: | August 2, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When Amanda meets her old high-school crush, he doesn't remember her. A bouquet of flowers and a lost towel spark an affair neither one will forget.
This is a 5000-word erotic short story. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
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Excerpt:
The high-school memories she had of Dustin Fremont, if he was even the same guy, weren't exactly ones she pulled out when she wanted warm and fuzzy feelings. Maybe she was just plain curious.
Or hopeful--that he'd grown a paunch or lost all his thick brown hair.
She shifted the large bouquet in her arms and sighed. This was the last delivery of the day, and she was damned if she would try him again later. The roads were getting slushy and a freeze was forecast for the area. She needed to head home soon. She gave the bell one last poke and leaned her ear against the door.
The door swung open and with a yelp, she fell forward.
Strong hands gripped her forearms, holding her away, but she thrust out the hand not holding the flowers and her palm slid across damp, naked skin. When she'd caught her balance, she drew in a shaky breath, cringing inside, and lifted her gaze to meet that of the boy she'd crushed on throughout high-school.
Good lord, there was even more of him to swoon over now.
And so, not a boy anymore.
She forced herself to curl her fingers off his hot, humid skin and straightened away.
When Amanda meets her old high-school crush, he doesn't remember her. A bouquet of flowers and a lost towel spark an affair neither one will forget.
This is a 5000-word erotic short story. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Excerpt:
The high-school memories she had of Dustin Fremont, if he was even the same guy, weren't exactly ones she pulled out when she wanted warm and fuzzy feelings. Maybe she was just plain curious.
Or hopeful--that he'd grown a paunch or lost all his thick brown hair.
She shifted the large bouquet in her arms and sighed. This was the last delivery of the day, and she was damned if she would try him again later. The roads were getting slushy and a freeze was forecast for the area. She needed to head home soon. She gave the bell one last poke and leaned her ear against the door.
The door swung open and with a yelp, she fell forward.
Strong hands gripped her forearms, holding her away, but she thrust out the hand not holding the flowers and her palm slid across damp, naked skin. When she'd caught her balance, she drew in a shaky breath, cringing inside, and lifted her gaze to meet that of the boy she'd crushed on throughout high-school.
Good lord, there was even more of him to swoon over now.
And so, not a boy anymore.
She forced herself to curl her fingers off his hot, humid skin and straightened away.
