Evander's ocean blue eyes roams Sidra from head to toe. ‘I have a few requests,’ he says, in a sharp tone. ‘Peek performance. I talking, so good...I'm goddamn delusional we're in love. Holding hands, cuddling, kissing,...same room...same bed. All eyes will be on us.’
‘For thirty day?’ grunts Sidra.
‘That's the number,’ he nods.
Closing her eyes, she rubs her palm down her face as a painful groan rumbles in her chest. Behind her, Jingle silently does a little jig while giving Evander a thumbs up. In that moment, Evander drops the angry act and winks at the elf. Shifting his eyes back to Sidra, he licks his lips in wonder. All jokes aside, Sidra is what wet dreams are made of. Fit, yet feminine...her body shapely. Her naturally curly hair is done up a strange do that interests him. His gaze falls to her full breast then move upward over the dark mocha colored skin of her neck to rest again on her pretty face. By the time she opens her eyes, his dark expression is back in place.
Sidra opens her eyes,
‘Put in all in writing and....’ she pauses to swallow hard, ‘W, w, we...h, have a, um..um,’ she belches up, ‘have a deal.’
It was so simple, right? Run a game on Evander's family by fake marrying, he gets the title as the New Klaus, and Sidra secures a contact that will being her family the recognition and money they deserve. Waking up next to Evander with his semi-hard python size dick on her thigh wasn't in the plan. Nor was hearing she could never level The North Pole part of it either.
Either Evander better find a way to cut Sidra loose before she kills him or maybe they find a little Christmas love to save all their asses.
Genre: Romance
‘For thirty day?’ grunts Sidra.
‘That's the number,’ he nods.
Closing her eyes, she rubs her palm down her face as a painful groan rumbles in her chest. Behind her, Jingle silently does a little jig while giving Evander a thumbs up. In that moment, Evander drops the angry act and winks at the elf. Shifting his eyes back to Sidra, he licks his lips in wonder. All jokes aside, Sidra is what wet dreams are made of. Fit, yet feminine...her body shapely. Her naturally curly hair is done up a strange do that interests him. His gaze falls to her full breast then move upward over the dark mocha colored skin of her neck to rest again on her pretty face. By the time she opens her eyes, his dark expression is back in place.
Sidra opens her eyes,
‘Put in all in writing and....’ she pauses to swallow hard, ‘W, w, we...h, have a, um..um,’ she belches up, ‘have a deal.’
It was so simple, right? Run a game on Evander's family by fake marrying, he gets the title as the New Klaus, and Sidra secures a contact that will being her family the recognition and money they deserve. Waking up next to Evander with his semi-hard python size dick on her thigh wasn't in the plan. Nor was hearing she could never level The North Pole part of it either.
Either Evander better find a way to cut Sidra loose before she kills him or maybe they find a little Christmas love to save all their asses.
Genre: Romance
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