The One Last Kiss by Claire Angel

She was not my type. But I didn’t know what I was feeling as my heart raced, my stomach fluttered, and my member twitched when I looked into her eyes. All I knew was that I needed to make her mine.

She was a breath of fresh air.
I found myself in a difficult position.
She wasn’t like the other girls. She was different.
Corrupting her that first night was wrong.
Three years later and she’s back.

Can I keep my hands off of her?
I didn’t have the answers.
I did know one thing.
I wanted a second chance.

Meeting her again gave me an opening.
Dinner was ripe with se*ual tension.
I had designs on making her scream my name.
What happens after? I would cross that bridge when I came to it.