Patricia

　　After I've wrapped my legs around Dior's muscular body, he carries me into my bedroom while kissing me. My imagination is already running wild. I'm tasting his tongue and running my hands through his thick, dark hair, already wet and ready to take him.

　　The man standing inside my bedroom looks like he just stepped out of every woman's wet dream. Dior is dressed casually in dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his bulging biceps and does nothing to ...