Love For Hire

Kinsley lay in Nicholas' arms as they caught their breath. She stared at Brutus, who lay on the large doggie bed in the corner of the room. “Does not it weird you out that he just lays there and watches us?”

Nicholas snickered. “Given that, I cannot see him… no.”

“He just stares at us while we have sex,” she said, staring at the dog.

“Puppy porn,” he teased.

Kinsley sat up and slapped him in the chest. “Do not be bad,” she laughed.

He tucked his arm behind his head. “Would you feel better if I put him in the washroom?”

“No, I guess not,” she said and then she laid out across his chest and kissed his lips. She folded her arms and rested her chin on them as she stared at him. This close, she studied his eyes. It was strange to see the vacant look in those smoky depths. “What is it like?” She asked.

“What?”

“Not being able to see?”

sight is gone, you start to notice

wish I knew what that was

smiled. “I could show

drew together in

the closet and opened the door. He went inside, and she sat up leaning over so she could see around the open

sat and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Doing his best to focus, Nicholas wrapped the tie around her head, blindfolding her and robbing Kinsley of her sight. She remained motionless, wondering what would happen next, then she felt his

always so soft, and when they touched hers, her head would spin, and her flesh would tingle with the anticipation of those sinful lips moving over her body with feather-light kisses — stimulating every nerve ending in her body. He could

her first kiss. As a teen, she had kissed three different boys, but not one of them could live up to this man’s kiss. It was intoxicating and addictive. His kiss alone was enough to bring her to the edge, and he did so effortlessly. And now, as she sat there blinded, unable to see him and anticipate what might happen next, his lips on her seemed all the

everywhere he touched her. It boggled her mind how this man could turn something so innocent into

whole body quivering with need. She could stand the sweet torment no more. Her hand came up, and her fingers threaded through his hair as his lips worshipped

she breathed his

moan as his lips found hers once more. “My name sounds like honey on your

now,” she whimpered

as she felt his body stretch out over hers. His hand moved down her side to her hips. Her legs parted to him, and in seconds he had slipped deep into her wet passage until she took him fully. His hand on her hip, he