For some good deeds, you need a very bad man.

The first time I felt the glow from her pale amber eyes, she lit me up in places where I’m usually cold as steel. The scent of her butterscotch skin made me pulse and stiffen. The thought of her creamy curves, soft under her snapped-tight white shirt and her black skirt made me ache.
I wanted to take her around the world, spread her open, have her right there.
Seeing her made me want all kinds of crazy stuff.
By then, I was already in too dee...
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For some good deeds, you need a very bad man.

The first time I felt the glow from her pale amber eyes, she lit me up in places where I’m usually cold as steel. The scent of her butterscotch skin made me pulse and stiffen. The thought of her creamy curves, soft under her snapped-tight white shirt and her black skirt made me ache.
I wanted to take her around the world, spread her open, have her right there.
Seeing her made me want all kinds of crazy stuff.
By then, I was already in too deep to ever get out.
And I was so wrong, about all of it.
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