Copyright 2012
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Twenty-Two
As far as plans went, it had been an excellent one. Dorso’s best one ever, he’d wager. Too bad it didn’t get to happen. All he’d wanted, and all Adal had wanted—Dorso was pretty sure they were on the same wavelength here—was to get inside the apartment and get Adal’s cock as deep inside him as possible. Which was of course why Dorso’s cell phone started ringing the one song guaranteed to kill his ardor in three notes max. Dorso groaned and raised...
Published on December 03, 2012 22:01