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Shara Azod's Flavors- Habañero Cocoa
Shara Azod's Flavors- Habañero Cocoa
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Layla something akin to a human volcano. Slow to erupt, but once she did, you had best watch out. Javier very much enjoyed watching her destroy any and all that dared get into the petite attorney's way. Hell, he just enjoyed watching her. He couldn't, however, allow her to jump over the cosmetic counter in the middle of a busy department store. And once he had her in his arms, there was no way in hell he was allowing the the little chocolate covered habeñero erupt over anyone else- ever.
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“Hey!” Layla actually snapped her fingers in front of the cosmetic lady’s face. “I’m the one in need of assistance. The gentleman behind me doesn’t wear make-up.”
One would never know she was really a high powered attorney in her regular life. Then again, he had been watching since he strolled into the store, originally for a new tie, his one concession to a party he didn’t really want to attend in the first place. The saleswoman should have never, ever ignored a woman like Layla. She was not one to suffer fools gladly. Like now as she fired a distinctive list for the woman to go fetch. He actually blinked when Layla actually told her just that – go fetch. He would have laughed, but the little firecracker pushed back just right on his dick, making coherent thought impossible for a minute .
“Keep it up and I will give you what you are asking for right here.” Maybe right in this exact spot, but his mind immediately started assessing where there might be private places in the department store. A man could only take so much. He wanted this woman for far too long, far too badly. He wasn’t thinking straight, and he couldn’t be bothered to care.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Layla retorted right back, grinding back a little harder.
Javier had to swallow his corresponding moan. There was no way he would show her just how much she got under his skin, not in front of the rude salesperson who was openly frowning in disapproval at his hand still resting on Layla’s stomach. She was a short little thing, he was still holding her up with his other arm, and she hadn’t said a word. Oh, she was so his. And not just for some cheap and quick office fling either. Layla was the kind of woman you kept, and he was keeping her.
Excerpt:
“Hey!” Layla actually snapped her fingers in front of the cosmetic lady’s face. “I’m the one in need of assistance. The gentleman behind me doesn’t wear make-up.”
One would never know she was really a high powered attorney in her regular life. Then again, he had been watching since he strolled into the store, originally for a new tie, his one concession to a party he didn’t really want to attend in the first place. The saleswoman should have never, ever ignored a woman like Layla. She was not one to suffer fools gladly. Like now as she fired a distinctive list for the woman to go fetch. He actually blinked when Layla actually told her just that – go fetch. He would have laughed, but the little firecracker pushed back just right on his dick, making coherent thought impossible for a minute .
“Keep it up and I will give you what you are asking for right here.” Maybe right in this exact spot, but his mind immediately started assessing where there might be private places in the department store. A man could only take so much. He wanted this woman for far too long, far too badly. He wasn’t thinking straight, and he couldn’t be bothered to care.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Layla retorted right back, grinding back a little harder.
Javier had to swallow his corresponding moan. There was no way he would show her just how much she got under his skin, not in front of the rude salesperson who was openly frowning in disapproval at his hand still resting on Layla’s stomach. She was a short little thing, he was still holding her up with his other arm, and she hadn’t said a word. Oh, she was so his. And not just for some cheap and quick office fling either. Layla was the kind of woman you kept, and he was keeping her.
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