| Author: | Robyn Maytell | ISBN: | 9781497719965 |
| Publisher: | Robyn Maytell | Publication: | March 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Robyn Maytell |
| ISBN: | 9781497719965 |
| Publisher: | Robyn Maytell |
| Publication: | March 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
This short is a follow-up to Rear Naked Choke.
Ever since her first very private and very physical lesson with the retired beefcake jiu jitsu instructor Robb Kentane, Megan has had nothing else on her mind than going another round.
So when she gets the offer to come see him fight again, Megan can't wait to tend to his wounds with some very special care.
Excerpt:
Robb’s black eye wasn’t as swollen after the shower as it had been during the fight, but it was violently dark and clashed against his pale skin. He scanned my body over with no effort to conceal his action. He looked like he was harboring a deep, personal hunger- hungry for every inch of me. Without any more than a word, Robb discarded his towel and climbed onto the bed and over me in methodical, slow movements.
Robb grasped me just under my wrists with a firm, steady grip. His breath was sweet and heavy, and his skin gleamed with the scent of fresh soap and hard work. My eyes couldn’t stand to wander anywhere other than his. They were piercing, intense circles that demanded that I be his. And I was.
This short is a follow-up to Rear Naked Choke.
Ever since her first very private and very physical lesson with the retired beefcake jiu jitsu instructor Robb Kentane, Megan has had nothing else on her mind than going another round.
So when she gets the offer to come see him fight again, Megan can't wait to tend to his wounds with some very special care.
Excerpt:
Robb’s black eye wasn’t as swollen after the shower as it had been during the fight, but it was violently dark and clashed against his pale skin. He scanned my body over with no effort to conceal his action. He looked like he was harboring a deep, personal hunger- hungry for every inch of me. Without any more than a word, Robb discarded his towel and climbed onto the bed and over me in methodical, slow movements.
Robb grasped me just under my wrists with a firm, steady grip. His breath was sweet and heavy, and his skin gleamed with the scent of fresh soap and hard work. My eyes couldn’t stand to wander anywhere other than his. They were piercing, intense circles that demanded that I be his. And I was.
