“Beau’s hand shot out, and he grabbed my wrist. The words dried up in my throat, heat flooding my body at that simple touch. To the people around us, it probably looked casual, but I could feel the subtle force… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Beau’s hand slid down to cup his hardening dick, the bulge distending his fly in a heavy curve. “Now lay down on the floor, hold your knees back, and show me your ass.” Part” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I speed sometimes,” I muttered to myself as I rounded the car. “I even speed through yellows.” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I think you’re the first guy I’ve met in person who I couldn’t stop staring at.” Was” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” “Finish what?” “Finish telling you that I love you too.” I” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“In my script-like scrawl, I wrote: If you find my body, ask Hazzard. I leaned back and surveyed my words. Then I drew a… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Good morning.” I didn’t release my grip on his hair. “You snore by the way.” Zane’s eyes narrowed. “I do not.” “Do too.” “If… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I’m cool with going back to hate,” I said, then paused. “Did we ever leave hate?” Zane swallowed and looked away. “Not even for… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“He opened his mouth as my eyes dropped to his badge. And right there, in big, bold, black letters, it said Cerise/Cherrycakes. Ian was… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“He was so sweet. So handsome and charming. And way too good for me. C” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“So, the truth is—” “That Beau has been rocking my world for three months and showing me that his seven-and-a-half-inch VPL is legit. Sometimes… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Beau: I didn’t slut shame you. I just have no desire to hear about it. That’s why I don’t watch your channel. Aannnddd blocked.… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
