She melted into him, her body pressing against his, her hands fumbling with his belt, his zipper, desperate to feel him, to taste him. And you are?” he asked, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. Her panties grew damp at the thought, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. One evening, with Bill out of town for work, Kayla found herself standing in front of her closet, her heart pounding like a kick drum. She could turn back, she could go home, she could forget this ever happened. The voice on the other end, deep and smooth like aged whiskey, replied, “Well, aren’t you a breath of fresh air?
