Hell, if he was smart, he would have woken up with her in his arms, preferably naked, and started the day off right. But no. Instead, he lay on his mattress by his lonesome, his only company his morning, or more like mid-morning, wood.
He slid a hand down past the elastic of his boxer briefs and straightened out his hard-on. Damn. Doing it himself just wasn't the same. It was like settling for an after-dinner mint when you really wanted dessert.
Sunday, September 04, 2016
Six Sentence Sunday: Banged Up
Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting a random six sentences of my best-selling, erotic romance, BANGED UP, available in ebook at Liquid Silver Books here or for your Kindle here.