Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday is a little bit of steam from my interracial contemporary, NO GREATER JOY.
Even now, his hand slid over her breast. Not groping or greedy. Just a natural resting place as they explored each other with lips and tongues. And heaven help her, she arched into his palm, her nipple hardening against the contact.
“The reservation,” she protested with a gasping breath.
“Fuck the reservation,” Porter replied. His voice dipped so low, it was almost a growl.
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