Low Block

She called my c@ck a womb broom…

She’s the one-night stand who obliterates every other night, and every other woman.
When I close my eyes I can still taste her on my tongue and feel her hair dragging over my thighs.
The most expensive cognac pales in comparison.
Even seven years later.
When Marty Hayes needs something only I can give her, I’ll do it without question.
The liability is worth the risk.
Once I have her in my arms, and bed, there’s no chance in hell I’m letting her go.
Now I just have to convince her to give me the one thing I want.

The Series