En cours de chargement...
Charlotte has a problem... a sexy bad boy problem. My neighbor across the street is so obnoxious and loud. I've tried to ignore him--Russ--but he's so damn hot he singes my panties off, and worst of all he knows it. This morning is the last straw. I caught him banging my bestie against his truck. When I confront him, I can barely look into his eyes without my knees growing weak. I can't get involved in any of this.
He's bragging he got other women pregnant with zero regrets. Someone needs to tell my body that we don't want to know how it would feel to rub up against those bulging muscles, or taste his skin... or think about how he can do all the nasty things I'm craving that my husband can't do-specifically pound me raw and put a baby in me. No, I definitely shouldn't be wondering if Russ can live up to his ego and do it.
