By D. Musgrave



Lure (Flasher)

D. Musgrave

Vanilla and sensuality filled his lungs.

He looked up from the perspiring mug, as a warm breeze brushed across his face. Shadows of people on the hunt were all he could see, but he knew she was close.

Against better judgment, he followed the slipstream of her scent through the noisy pub. The flat of a hand pushed him hard against the rough brick of the alley. A feminine voice, dripping with hunger, took possession of his mind. "You're mine." The white teeth behind dark lips reflected the pale blue light of the street.

His destiny realized, he surrendered.



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