She looked at the clock seeing that she was fifteen minutes early. XXX I just saw the name Whitman. She stepped back on her heels to lean on his desk allowing him a full view. Please. He suddenly drew back on hand and gave her a quick smack. In high school, Grace had been the wild child. Make me come for teacher.” Her last request almost sent him over the edge. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the light sprinkling of hair tickling her nipples. He heard her sharp intake of breath in his ear, felt her chest constrict against his neck. A random, but handsome guy while on a random trip to Georgia. One stood out to her–Walt Whitman. Truth was, that wasn’t her at all. Do you think you can meet me in my office?
