Barter Games (Part 3 of 5)
I hear her approach, her gown dragging behind her. I should cut that damn thing but at the same time, I have to remind myself that she’s no longer my responsibility even if I can’t take my eyes off her.
Hopeless romantic, writer of erotic love stories and an accidental narrator. All stories are intended for 18+. Find my books on piamonroe.com