A sexy erotic story by Lucia Jordan intended for maximum arousal. Contains some HOT sex and handcuffs. Delicious!
Five years was a long time to hold a grudge - but then that wasn't all that Diane and Brent seemed to have between them.
Now back in her hometown where she has a somewhat guilty past, Diane has to face the one that got away. And this time, they'll be leaving no unfinished business...
Preview:
So she'd never really had the chance to see many of the old faces the last time she was here. She'd certainly didn't catch a glimpse of Brent. And yet, she had wondered about him then, and for long after that, she wondered if she should have at least tried to stay on after the funeral, even if for a day or two to meet up with old friends.
Well, looked like she was getting the chance now. Though she wasn't prepared for it, she decided to face the situation with brave calm.
"It's good to see you, Diane. You look great," Brent said, turning in the living room to finally face her. She looked up at him, smiling stiltedly and trying not to squirm beneath his piercing grey eyes. She'd almost forgotten how stirring his looks were. His dark brown hair, his square-cut face.
He was quite the hottie now, though she knew he probably wasn't aware of his own charm. Back then he was broody Brent, who hardly liked to socialize and wasn't so into girls - even though they were wildly into him.
The only girl he'd ever really had eyes for, Diane recalled - was her.
Five years was a long time to hold a grudge - but then that wasn't all that Diane and Brent seemed to have between them.
Now back in her hometown where she has a somewhat guilty past, Diane has to face the one that got away. And this time, they'll be leaving no unfinished business...
Preview:
So she'd never really had the chance to see many of the old faces the last time she was here. She'd certainly didn't catch a glimpse of Brent. And yet, she had wondered about him then, and for long after that, she wondered if she should have at least tried to stay on after the funeral, even if for a day or two to meet up with old friends.
Well, looked like she was getting the chance now. Though she wasn't prepared for it, she decided to face the situation with brave calm.
"It's good to see you, Diane. You look great," Brent said, turning in the living room to finally face her. She looked up at him, smiling stiltedly and trying not to squirm beneath his piercing grey eyes. She'd almost forgotten how stirring his looks were. His dark brown hair, his square-cut face.
He was quite the hottie now, though she knew he probably wasn't aware of his own charm. Back then he was broody Brent, who hardly liked to socialize and wasn't so into girls - even though they were wildly into him.
The only girl he'd ever really had eyes for, Diane recalled - was her.
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