A young store owner doesn't want to sell her boutique bakery to the mysterious rich buyer who's been gobbling up properties in her area. When she accepts an invitation to a date from a mysterious and handsome customer, she has no idea that her dream man is the one trying to buy her store!
Tracy Blanchard is young, pretty, and determined to be successful on her own terms. She just wishes she had someone to share it with. At night, in bed, she craves the touch of a man.
Warning: this 5600 word erotic romance contains explicit scenes of masturbation and light domination. Readers 18+ only.
In the half darkness that was the city at night, she stared up at her ceiling.
God, she thought, I miss having someone. Intimacy wasn't even necessarily what she meant. Just someone who's heartbeat she could feel as they held each other, whose rhythmic breathing could put her to sleep.
Her lips parted, then, as a sudden warmth seemed to flood into her. She swallowed, flexing her toes as she felt the wetness come.
It had been too long since she'd last been with someone, she knew.
A fine misting of sweat coated her skin, sticking her tank top to her stomach. She pulled it up, then, putting one hand flat against her stomach, slid her fingers down. Despite her profession, she had a flat, taut stomach. She kept herself well-groomed, too.
Her fingers shifted the elastic of her panties out of the way. She swallowed again, her throat dry. Her back arched up, lifting her hips into the air as her body begged for her touch.
She shook a little as she teased herself, running the tips of her fingers over the smooth, warm lips of her sex. In her mind, her fingers were her lover's. They were strong, filled with a need of their own, but also playful.
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Published January 19, 2013