The thought slipped through treacherous and entirely inappropriate that all she had to do was lift her hand and she could touch the biting hot texture of his skin.
“I want a divorce.” She whispered her heart pounding in her ears, butterflies dancing in her stomach.
“You’re clothes should be tight enough to show you are a woman but loose enough to show you’re a lady.” He whispered his hands flat against her stomach his lips caressing her throat.
The store vanished from view. Annie exhaled not wanting the wild uncut feeling to fade away. Who would of thought it, that acquiring a new wardrobe could be so much fun!