Seduced by the Night

ke. Which is why I'm pissed that I'm out here and not back in

gize to the people I've accidentally b

ence the reason for his name- towards the neon gree

always been his weakness ever since he was a little

t one person managed to shift his focus away from the ball. And it's not just

e he looked back. "Get back here!" He turns his head

and I have been working to correct his behavior. Of course, no one knows

om our afternoon walk when he saw the ball. I didn

shape, I didn't prepare myself to run across the

ch the tennis ball in his mouth. My eyes follow the large

an o shape as I watch Bolt

ked like

king all over the guy's face, I grab

" I c

ng out the side of his mouth. He cocks his head to one side, his sl

d over. "I am so sorry. He really likes tenni

yes flicker up to me, his lips curlin

w. He has waves of thick dark hair that loo

cular that peeks out of his salmon pink swim trunks. I'm unable to figure

bdomen, I look over just as a miniature black Schnau

sand clinging to his swim trunks. Picking up th

he do

ith a smile. "I don't mind.

ly, mirroring the

get flustered easily, but there was just something about those green eyes

ng my eyes again. The smile on his face stretche

e's one

a pervert. Either way, I refuse to engage a guy like that. The man

going to tell

N

vanishes, a frown taki

my name, then you're go

asks, tilting his head the same w

guys l

asis. They're rich horn balls who only

ing to your arm like a married couple in the newlywed stage. And whether it's

ty fee, o

in his eyes. "Enl

went to an Ivy League school, and have probably never had an issue when it c

He just stares, patiently waitin

olid four inches flaccid and about six inches when hard?" He simply raises a brow and I grin. "Anway, you often think with your dick.

nodding his head in approval. "Tho

thinking my analysis of him had be

fort." He smirks. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, no name." He turns to le

it, my measurements of his

head. He's looking up at me with those innocent brown

oking away. "Eh, he's alright," I answered, as if Bolt had real