Dirty Boy by Apryl Rose

I’m on the run and I don’t know why…

Kylie

I wanted to write a book. A dirty book. So, I took a job at a strip club, what better place to do research than to be part of the action. The sexiest man alive said that he wanted a private dance. He told me that he would break every rule in the f***g book. He had me curious. I was to do a sexy dance routine, but then he promised that his sperm would erupt in me like a f***g volcano. With a promise like that who was I to say no?

Bentley:

She was supposed to do a strip tease. A dance. Then I would have been on my way home. Her emerald eyes had me in a trance. Her breasts were .
begging me to squeeze them. I told her about the things I could do to her, I knew that I was getting hot and bothered.
She told me to show her.
My tongue was ready.
My dick was jerking like a f***g machine gun.
Just when I was about to.

I heard them coming.
They didn’t even try to hide it by using silencers.
As I heard the gunshot and as the son of the head of the cartel I knew that I had to get the f***k out of there.
I picked her up as if she was a rag doll and took her to a safe place. We had to stay there for a while. There was nothing else to do but to keep my promise – each and every night.