Korah Stewart and Brock “Brick” Avery are still reveling in their sizzling, whirlwind romance. With the prized contract secured, Brick is willing to share the spoils. But love may be an obstacle for the competing contractors. Meanwhile Devin and Yolanda struggle to see eye to eye, and Texas Builders is dealt a devastating blow. Korah fights to keep her family and her company together, and Brick must decide if commitment was ever on his agenda.
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He reached and touched the side of her face. The slight contact made Korah gasp quietly. His fingers slipped behind her head, and he urged her to come closer.
“Ten million,” she whispered a moment before their lips touched, igniting a firestorm in her belly.
Brick pecked her top lip and then the bottom. He sucked it into his mouth and tugged it gently with his teeth. Both of his hands moved to her ample hips.
He told her, “I love it when you wear jeans. But your skirts make me hard.”
The disclosure made Korah’s eyes widen. A tingle between her legs settled on her clitoris and drummed pleasantly.
“I can give you ten million dollars,” he said. He took another step, until his body pressed against hers. His hands moved slowly towards her ass. He gripped both cheeks tightly and drew her even closer.
The pleasant sensation between Korah’s legs suddenly burst into flames, causing her nipples and pubic hairs to stand erect. Brick kissed her again. This time he slipped his tongue past her lips. He tasted her, until her blood flowed like lava.
“Brick, I gotta go,” she panted between succulent kisses.
“What about your ten million?”
Korah cried out when he hiked her skirt up and fondled her ass through her panties. She felt her body immediately become moist for him. Her juices were hot and sweet. She wanted him to taste her. She wanted to climb on top of him – right then and there – but this was a little too kinky, even for them.
She reached and pulled her skirt down. Brick reluctantly allowed her to do so.
“We, we’ll have to finish this later,” she told him as she backed away.
Her legs felt as weak as blades of grass, but she had to get away from him. At that moment she didn’t know why she’d want to escape such a fine specimen of a man, but she knew the reasons would come to her once she was no longer within range of his mind control.
Brick turned to watch her, but he didn’t follow. His right hand moved to adjust his erection – or so Korah thought. As she watched, he began to rub the bulge in his pants. His eyes remained glued to hers.
“You’re a freak,” she told him.
“Only for you,” he said.
Korah was surprised by how happy that declaration made her feel.
“You promise?”
He nodded, his face dark with desire.
“Yeah, baby. I promise.”
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© Keith Thomas Walker
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He reached and touched the side of her face. The slight contact made Korah gasp quietly. His fingers slipped behind her head, and he urged her to come closer.
“Ten million,” she whispered a moment before their lips touched, igniting a firestorm in her belly.
Brick pecked her top lip and then the bottom. He sucked it into his mouth and tugged it gently with his teeth. Both of his hands moved to her ample hips.
He told her, “I love it when you wear jeans. But your skirts make me hard.”
The disclosure made Korah’s eyes widen. A tingle between her legs settled on her clitoris and drummed pleasantly.
“I can give you ten million dollars,” he said. He took another step, until his body pressed against hers. His hands moved slowly towards her ass. He gripped both cheeks tightly and drew her even closer.
The pleasant sensation between Korah’s legs suddenly burst into flames, causing her nipples and pubic hairs to stand erect. Brick kissed her again. This time he slipped his tongue past her lips. He tasted her, until her blood flowed like lava.
“Brick, I gotta go,” she panted between succulent kisses.
“What about your ten million?”
Korah cried out when he hiked her skirt up and fondled her ass through her panties. She felt her body immediately become moist for him. Her juices were hot and sweet. She wanted him to taste her. She wanted to climb on top of him – right then and there – but this was a little too kinky, even for them.
She reached and pulled her skirt down. Brick reluctantly allowed her to do so.
“We, we’ll have to finish this later,” she told him as she backed away.
Her legs felt as weak as blades of grass, but she had to get away from him. At that moment she didn’t know why she’d want to escape such a fine specimen of a man, but she knew the reasons would come to her once she was no longer within range of his mind control.
Brick turned to watch her, but he didn’t follow. His right hand moved to adjust his erection – or so Korah thought. As she watched, he began to rub the bulge in his pants. His eyes remained glued to hers.
“You’re a freak,” she told him.
“Only for you,” he said.
Korah was surprised by how happy that declaration made her feel.
“You promise?”
He nodded, his face dark with desire.
“Yeah, baby. I promise.”
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© Keith Thomas Walker
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