A savvy shopkeeper sees the erotic possibilities in her wares — and reaps a red-hot reward.

I want that for us,” I whispered in Jackson’s ear.

“What? That iron thing?”

“Yeah. I want that for us.”

“It’s been painted!” He leaned his arm against the small of my back, and the sensation went right to my pussy. A warm molten heat rose deep inside me. “It’s in awful condition.”

“Not for the shop,” I said. “For us.”

The look on his face told me he didn’t quite follow, but my man hardly ever questioned me. He liked me happy and knew if I wanted something there was a damn good reason.

“I’ll make him an offer for the lot,” he said softly. “We’ll... Read More