![]() ![]() ![]() The big muscles in her arms and thighs jumped just under her skin, ticking away the moments toward an implosion she didn’t want to happen. ![]() Starved for what the stranger had offered, Mai had devoured her-the wet flesh between her thighs, her mouth gasping and plush, her breasts like summer-ripe mangoes.īut afterward, Mai was still keyed up. She tasted like forgetfulness, pain subsumed, pleasure without the consequence of a tomorrow. The woman she found wasn’t exactly what she craved, but in that moment, with familiar demons pulling at her, the lush form with a head full of springy coils had been enough. But she didn’t go there for sorrow or for fresh air. Earlier that night, a familiar restlessness had pushed her into her favorite local bar, a place dark enough for private pleasures yet with a wide-open patio for fresh air and a bar well-stocked enough to drown even the deepest of sorrows. The woman she’d gone home with still slept peacefully in her bed one flight below, but that same peace escaped Mai. The thumping bass line from a rap song as a car cruised past. The city of Atlanta, studded in starlight above and in bright lights below, hummed its particular late-night songs. Faint pain throbbed in her back-scratches from the anonymous woman she’d taken to bed barely two hours before-her thighs ached from the work she’d put into bringing them both pleasure, and the muscles in her arms still burned. Mai stood on the roof of the twenty-story building, naked except for the cloak of her restlessness. Other books in the Superheroine Collection ![]()
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