Heather has written a short but super steamy insta-love story that will have you fanning yourself while reading. Tiffany has a peeper across the way in Tommy. He has been watching her for years and loves her naughtiness. She is completely aware that he is a voyeur and enjoys it as much as he does. They meet in the light of day at the hospital where they both work and begin a secret arrangement that gets even hotter when he sees her dance at her other job. These two are hot together and I enjoyed their story.
I give Peep 4 hearts!
I give Peep 4 hearts!
About the Book
A girl has to work to pay the bills, but my family would not approve of my methods. Burlesque is my release and paycheck. Nursing is my future and current frustration.
Between dancing and playing mind games with my sexy neighbor my life is beginning to be fun again. He likes to watch me, and I like to put on a performance of a lifetime. When our lives collide, things get hot and heavy. We need to be careful for many reasons, but I can’t bring myself to care about any of them.
This is a short happily ever after steamy novella, containing insta-love.
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“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I bite out, barely able to speak.
“Good, now be a good girl and stand up. Bend over and brace yourself on the chair.”
I do as I’m told looking back over my shoulder to see him watching me.
“You’re beautiful, but you’ll look even better when I’m balls deep inside of you.”
I moan at his words. “Yes, please. Now,” I say unintelligibly. Slowly, too slowly, he slides in. As good as this feels, I need more. I need it hard and fast. “Faster, please. I need it fast!”
“Shhh,” he says soothingly.
“I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you, but let me feel this first.”
I groan out my impatience. He glides in and out causing the most exquisite friction. As good as it feels, it’s maddening. It’s just enough to keep me hanging on the edge, but not enough to tip me over. I begin gyrating my hips backward to create a faster tempo. It has the opposite effect as he pulls all the way out.
“Are you about done rushing me, love?”
About the Author
Daydreamer by day professional child wrangler by night. Bred in the Midwest, I often would conjure up stories in my head to fill my day. When I'm not concocting a delicious new tale, I can be found curled up in a corner with a cup of coffee and the newest page turner.