Tango With The Dirty Filthy Rich (completed)

g in to whisper something into the redhead's e

vel. The part that I spent the rest of the week imagining in fine detail-only, in my imaginatio

be I just need

nished up my drink and headed home. He would take her upstairs to his room now. At least, I guessed that's where his room was. The upper

sed in on the latch bolt sticking out from the doorframe, and something came over me. Something unexplainable. Because one minute I w

ont of me. To my right was a hallway, to my left was a bedroom with a door slightly ajar. Giggles drifted from the bedroom, and I tiptoed in that direction, cursing at myself every step of the way. W

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y turne

have turn

haled sharply and I h

ocked frenzy. Then I realized that I was actually looking at a reflection in a wall-sized mirror. They w

y god, wa

Weston was bent over her, suckling on one breast, kiss

ter, and nearly gasped when I found my nipple sensitive and erect. I had to bite my lip to

f his beautiful, muscular back. He was on the rowing team. Of course.

rying to get a better look at his dick. I dared to lean in a little farther. Still, all I could m

s voice made my knees buckle. I could just hear him over

e corrected. Right!

our her mouth. He kissed her for a few minutes, greedily, be

the frame, certain I was about to be disco

st the closed door and

hat the a

out of The Keep forever. I could have lost any respect

ember why my father put in all those years with the furniture store and why my mother's life insurance money was saved and put aw

pretty fa

was in

voice came out of the dark in fron

e hall with the door wide open, and though I couldn't quite make out the figure, I cou

t talking to me, but there didn't seem

for virgins. It's

neck and flooded

e offe

e? It was pretty safe to assume that he'd seen me spying on Weston. Which w

to exp

. Steps I should have taken down the stairs wh

p that I hadn't felt before. All that time I'd spent watching Weston, it was as though I'd been

excuse and I was just lo

possibly know what your roommate is and isn't into. And B of all,

out-and the smoke filled the room with a sweet woody