Her Fantasy Playdate with the Sexy Jogger of Her Dreams
Taking her charges to the park had never been this much fun before
Sitting on the bench, legs crossed, book resting on my knee, I glanced up from a steamy scene with a smile on my face. I loved the way kids didn’t care who they played with. It was beautiful. All they wanted to do was have fun.
Adults could learn a lot from kids. Just play. Have fun. Consequences be damned… but be safe. Always be safe. A quick nod at my niece and nephews, I shook my head and got back to the hot story I was reading.
I squirmed as the cowboy in the book pulled the sassy heroine into his arms and smacked her ass. Pussy wet at the thought, I felt myself flush with arousal. I bit my lip and hoped no one noticed the curvy twenty-two-year-old virgin getting all hot and bothered in the park. In the middle of the day.
Gah, why did I bring this book with me?!?
A tall, stacked man walked into the park, tawny brown hair slicked back under a baseball cap and wraparound RayBans covering eyes I felt watching me. Electric blue running shorts clung to every inch of him. And I do mean EVERY INCH.
I wet my lips, ready to lick him like a lime popsicle. He was a tasty morsel. Broad shoulders. Six-pack abs. Trim waist…
