hot.
“They are so cute.”
Sophie chuckled and nodded. So now she knew why Rachel was self-conscious. Hot looking men were lurking about and Rachel always acted out of sorts near sexy men or any man for that matter.
“That’s always good to know. How about you place the closed sign on the door, leave early and I’ll see you in the morning?”
Rachel looked relieved.
“Sure thing. Thanks!”
After Rachel left her office, Sophie gave her neck and shoulders a few good stretches and then stood.
Owning a business and pleasing people all day was tiring work. But it was well worth it to have some money in the bank and a home to call her own, because security meant everything. She’d spent most of her life jumping from foster home to foster home and never truly feeling like she belonged anywhere until she’d come to live here with Stacey. Here in this small town she’d finally found genuine friends and a place to call home.
She gazed into a small mirror on the back of her office door and gasped at the messy blonde strands cascading around her heart-shaped face. Undoing her mid-back length hair from the clasp that held her curls in a ponytail, she then swiftly ran a brush through her hair until it shined beneath the lights. A moment later her hair was bound again and she was hurrying down the hall toward the public part of her salon.
Two tall familiar men in black leather jackets and tight blue jeans stood in her empty waiting area looking out onto the nearby street. The instant Sophie saw them, she froze.
Shit ! What were they doing back in town ?
Shards of anger mixed with unwanted whirls of excitement as she stared at the only two men who could ever make her orgasm. Her knees melted into a puddle of weakness and she grabbed the back of a nearby salon chair to steady herself.
Memories cascaded over her. Incredible pleasure fused into her. She remembered her ass cheeks being hot and sweetly painful from a spanking. The tender flesh on her breasts flaming from the quick whips of a cane. Her pussy creamy wet from slaps…without warning her pussy clenched and her ass spasmed. She forced back an unwanted moan.
She should be pissed off at them for coming back here and creating a vortex of erotic feelings she’d long thought buried. But as she gazed at them all hatred dissolved. They’d been tender and patient with her despite her sexual inexperience. They’d made love to her so passionately and so thoroughly, she’d been ruined for any other man, or men.
Damn, they still looked good.
Steve had brilliant blue eyes, wavy black hair, broad shoulders and a breathtaking five o’clock dark shadow lining his cheeks and chin. Eric had a piercing brown gaze, golden brown hair and full kissable lips. Lips that could wrap so snugly around her nipple or a labia and cause such a wicked pressure that she creamed warmly with remembrance.
When they saw her, both men frowned and her arousal shattered like glass. Obviously they had no interest in her anymore or they would have been sweeping her into their arms.
“We’re sorry to hear about Stacey…” Eric growled.
A blade of sadness speared into her, but she shrugged it away. She’d gotten used to Stacey not being around, yet there were still times when her foster mom’s name was mentioned that she was taken aback about her being gone.
Despite with the familiar angry undertone to his voice though, Sophie’s arousal suddenly snapped back to life and her pulse sped up with incredible speed. Damn him for always making her feel so…sexy, even when she was ticked off at him.
“She passed away a couple of years ago. Her heart finally gave out.”
If you’d hung around or kept in touch then you would have known she died , you bastard .
“She was a really nice lady,” Steve mumbled. His brows were scrunched with what she recognized as a look of disbelief. Rachel must have told them about Stacey because he looked a bit pale and shocked. Good old Steve was always the
“They are so cute.”
Sophie chuckled and nodded. So now she knew why Rachel was self-conscious. Hot looking men were lurking about and Rachel always acted out of sorts near sexy men or any man for that matter.
“That’s always good to know. How about you place the closed sign on the door, leave early and I’ll see you in the morning?”
Rachel looked relieved.
“Sure thing. Thanks!”
After Rachel left her office, Sophie gave her neck and shoulders a few good stretches and then stood.
Owning a business and pleasing people all day was tiring work. But it was well worth it to have some money in the bank and a home to call her own, because security meant everything. She’d spent most of her life jumping from foster home to foster home and never truly feeling like she belonged anywhere until she’d come to live here with Stacey. Here in this small town she’d finally found genuine friends and a place to call home.
She gazed into a small mirror on the back of her office door and gasped at the messy blonde strands cascading around her heart-shaped face. Undoing her mid-back length hair from the clasp that held her curls in a ponytail, she then swiftly ran a brush through her hair until it shined beneath the lights. A moment later her hair was bound again and she was hurrying down the hall toward the public part of her salon.
Two tall familiar men in black leather jackets and tight blue jeans stood in her empty waiting area looking out onto the nearby street. The instant Sophie saw them, she froze.
Shit ! What were they doing back in town ?
Shards of anger mixed with unwanted whirls of excitement as she stared at the only two men who could ever make her orgasm. Her knees melted into a puddle of weakness and she grabbed the back of a nearby salon chair to steady herself.
Memories cascaded over her. Incredible pleasure fused into her. She remembered her ass cheeks being hot and sweetly painful from a spanking. The tender flesh on her breasts flaming from the quick whips of a cane. Her pussy creamy wet from slaps…without warning her pussy clenched and her ass spasmed. She forced back an unwanted moan.
She should be pissed off at them for coming back here and creating a vortex of erotic feelings she’d long thought buried. But as she gazed at them all hatred dissolved. They’d been tender and patient with her despite her sexual inexperience. They’d made love to her so passionately and so thoroughly, she’d been ruined for any other man, or men.
Damn, they still looked good.
Steve had brilliant blue eyes, wavy black hair, broad shoulders and a breathtaking five o’clock dark shadow lining his cheeks and chin. Eric had a piercing brown gaze, golden brown hair and full kissable lips. Lips that could wrap so snugly around her nipple or a labia and cause such a wicked pressure that she creamed warmly with remembrance.
When they saw her, both men frowned and her arousal shattered like glass. Obviously they had no interest in her anymore or they would have been sweeping her into their arms.
“We’re sorry to hear about Stacey…” Eric growled.
A blade of sadness speared into her, but she shrugged it away. She’d gotten used to Stacey not being around, yet there were still times when her foster mom’s name was mentioned that she was taken aback about her being gone.
Despite with the familiar angry undertone to his voice though, Sophie’s arousal suddenly snapped back to life and her pulse sped up with incredible speed. Damn him for always making her feel so…sexy, even when she was ticked off at him.
“She passed away a couple of years ago. Her heart finally gave out.”
If you’d hung around or kept in touch then you would have known she died , you bastard .
“She was a really nice lady,” Steve mumbled. His brows were scrunched with what she recognized as a look of disbelief. Rachel must have told them about Stacey because he looked a bit pale and shocked. Good old Steve was always the
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