screwed. From my car I watched Talia glide down the front steps of her building in those spiky heels she loved as much as I loved what they did to her ass. Tonight the ribbon ties matched her dress, winding her ankle the way I’d like to wind my fingers around her wrists. Maybe the strands of her hair as I tugged her head back to kiss her full, lush mouth. I remembered that mouth… “Fuck,” I whispered roughly, clutching the steering wheel in some semblance of calming the fuck down.
