His Betrayal Her Lies by Angel de`Amor
She moved to her dresser, opened
the bottle, and rubbed the lotion all over her body, paying special attention
to his two favorite places to nibble—her neck and legs. The butterscotch skin,
brown eyes, and petite body that were reflected in the mirror as she massaged
her legs made her feel extra sexy. She stood and did a little sensual dance as
she opened her underwear drawer, selected a striking red lace thong, and slipped
it up her legs.
Some teeny devil must have been
sitting on her shoulder urging her on. “Yeah, this thong is all the clothes
you’re going to need.” She pulled her four-inch red pumps out the closet and
slid them on her feet. “Sorry, babies,” she told her aching feet, “but I gotta
look good tonight.”
She snatched her wallet out of her
purse off the nightstand and her Blackberry off the bed as she walked to the
living room closet. Wrapping up in the long, black, fox fur coat would protect
her from the chilly November weather.
“Please stop back next week for a few lines from Connie Vines.”
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