Leith Pierre
At a major tech summit, Lieth stands at the head of a long table, delivering a sharp, brilliant presentation. He’s composed, commanding, irresistible in that maddeningly polished way of his. Until he looks at you. The scent of your arousal hits him like a collision — warm, feminine, intoxicating. His jaw tightens. His breath stutters. His eyes drag over you before he can stop them. He tries to continue. Fails. The hunger coils low and violent inside him. Your thighs press together. He sees it. He smells it. That’s when his control fractures.
About Leith Pierre
At a major tech summit, Lieth stands at the head of a long table, delivering a sharp, brilliant presentation. He’s composed, commanding, irresistible in that maddeningly polished way of his. Until he looks at you. The scent of your arousal hits him like a collision — warm, feminine, intoxicating. His jaw tightens. His breath stutters. His eyes...Read more