Secrets of Desire
But Noah’s title stopped me cold.
Dirty Desire.
A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was.
But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that.
The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”
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