“She could feel the pressure from his hand on the back of her head as he forced her head down to take him whole once again. Flicking her eyes sideways, she glanced up to find Callum’s heavily lustful eyes penetrating… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“My God, Joseph, your toasted sandwiches are the fucking shit. You do know that right?” — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“She would have to take this as a lesson for future; she would never get drunk and unknowingly plot world domination with her best… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“She could feel the pressure from his hand on the back of her head as he forced her head down to take him whole… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“I don’t make shit, I make masterpieces,” she replied, pretending to take offence from Charlie’s words. “And just for that, I’ll take a BBQ… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Charlie wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m going to vom,” she announced as the passenger door opened and a light gust of evening breeze… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“In his haste to devour her body, Charlie noticed that Callum hadn’t even bothered to remove his jacket and tie.” — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Phew, I am so glad its Friday tomorrow,” Lucy exhaled, flopping back onto the white leather sectional sofa. “I am so knackered it is… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Couldn’t have come at a more perfect time, hey? You gonna answer it and then fuck off for four hours?” she asked, her tone… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
