by Raci Ames
“Oh, I am no serial killer. For that matter, I’m not a spider either.” He stopped at the back of a black truck with a camper shell and Oregon plates. “I am not denying that like a spider, I may want to eat you, though.” Darn man had her on fire again, all with a very poorly worded innuendo. Jason held the box in one hand and popped open the tailgate and back with the other, easily sliding it in before closing it.
“Would you like that?” He was now standing in front of her, his face only inches from hers. She was so lost in breaking down his words that she missed his movement.
“Like what?” She swallowed sending up a quick prayer to the lust gods that he was talking about eating her out and not something else she had missed in her lust-filled haze.
“Like me to.” He leaned his head in close. His lips so close to her ear that she could feel the warmth of his breath. “Eat you.”
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About Ever Coming
Filled with the desire to write books she wouldn't want her mama to know she read, much less wrote, Ever Coming was born.
Ever Coming is the naughty pen name of an international best-selling author who simply wanted to get her smut on. When she is not reading and writing the naughty, Ever is usually found enjoying time with her kids and husband.
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