Gen felt sexy now every time she put on high heels. After the night she had spent with Trace, and how he had worshipped her feet made her…
“Don’t you live close by?” Gen asked, moving her feet further up Trace’s thigh in the backseat of the car.
Gen returned to the scene of the crime.
Gen had barely gotten into the tub, was just covered by gardenia-scented bubbles when she saw the message from the dating app on her phone. It…
Gen licked the corner of her lip, and she could still taste a bit of the tangy delicious tomato sauce Kent had made. His place reminded her a lot of…