The Lone Wolf: A Bad Boy Erotica Short Story

My body was trembling with desire and the thought of not touching him made me sad. I shook my head.

"I want you too," I whispered.
"I - I don't do this - " I began.

But he cut me off. "I never thought any different."

Slowly, I began to unfasten the buttons on the white shirt that was my uniform at the truck stop. His golden eyes watched every movement as one by one each button popped free. I slowly shrugged the material from my shoulders and let it fall at my feet.

An Author's Republic audio production.