A cocky Scot, an innocent pole dancer and a penthouse apartment with a view. What could go wrong?

To escape her difficult past Sasha jumps into an opportunity of managing the sale of the stylish,up market apartment.All of this sounds like a dream, but no one has ever mentioned the arrogant, mouthy Scottish god that lives next door. The problem is that Dexter isn't just good looking, he is also a fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fervent hot man, who makes her heart flutter uncontrollably. She hates his cock-sure attitude.With the talent, of melting women's panties off at a glance, he thinks he can have Sasha too. Well, he couldn't be more wrong. Sasha would rather eat dirt than sleep with him. He vows not to fall for her, but their scorching attraction proves impossible to ignore...

On the Edge is created by Joanna Mazurkiewicz, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author. 

On the Edge

I started kissing her neck, inhaling that heady scent of her orchid perfume. She was wearing my favourite red slutty thong. I wanted to torture her, slowly, until she snapped and begged me to fuck her. It had been too long since the muscles of her pussy were clenched around my dick. The building frustration was taking a toll on me. Sasha's sexy body was like a magnet to my cock.


My fingers crawled over her thigh, moving in a teasing motion until they reached the heat between her legs.


"I didn't give you permission to touch me yet," she said. I laughed and traced my thumb over her clit. She shuddered under my touch.


"Funny, I didn't think that I needed an invitation," I muttered. "Fuck, Barbie, you're so wet. Your pussy is dripping for me."


She arched her head back as my finger began caressing her mound, slowly at first, barely even touching it. My head was clouded with her incredible scent, my pulse speeding. All I wanted was to tease her.


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