“Kezia could’ve guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men… — Tracey Alvarez Copy Share Image
“You must be very secure in your masculinity to parade around in those budgie smugglers.” “Oh, I’m very secure.” He see-sawed the… — Tracey Alvarez Copy Share Image
“You’re like this frosting.” She swiped another swirl of it on her finger, stood and leaned forward to touch it to his… — Tracey Alvarez Copy Share Image
“Then Ben’s mouth descended again and her thoughts, as fickle as tiny fish, swam out of her head. Gentle brushes of his… — Tracey Alvarez Copy Share Image
“But baby, you started this.” The hand on her hip tugged her closer, her inner thighs brushing against the smooth fabric pulled… — Tracey Alvarez Copy Share Image
