He clicks a pen and hovers over a paper that he has spread out over the coffee table—completely unaware of the heat that is coursing through my veins.
“So, Kate,” he says with a straight-lined face, “how has your week been treating you?”
He is my parole officer, and he is making sure that a thief like me doesn’t get up to no good. With his strict demeanor and his slick, tight suit, he is the opposite of me. Little does he know that all I want to do is rip off the black tie around his neck and show him just how naughty I can actually be.
Author’s Warning: This short story romance contains graphic sexual content that is intended for adults only. All characters are over the age of eighteen. Reader discretion is strongly advised.