About the author:
Here is a short sample from the book:
“No,” she breathed. “You’re wrong.”
“One of us is wrong, and I know exactly how to find out who it is,” he responded.
Knight slid his manicured white fingers between Katy’s legs, and she knew that he had discovered the truth. His soft digits slid over the surface of her cotton panties where her slickness had saturated the material.
“How many times do you want me to make you cum, Miss Morales?” he asked. Not in a diffident way, but as a means of measuring her arousal. It was an ego trip for him, Katy thought, but she didn’t care.