Not Just a Kiss

"Pleeeease Hendrick please."

He puts his hand on my pelvis, leans down and whispers in my ear.

"You don't know how much I love to hear you beg me, like you desperately need me more than air."

"I do." I whisper back.

This story is one of many that I'm putting together for a compilation book. These stories have little build up and go straight to the spice. They are meant for a quick read before bed, or over morning coffee. If you love the characters in this particular story, know there will be some more on these two. This is my first story ever written. This one is about driving by the one that got away and having the courage to ask them to pull over and tell them how you always felt deep down. Hope this hits home for some of you and you enjoy the read.