One last stroke across her pinky toenail, then she sets the polish down and lets herself fall back onto the bed, her feet still propped up on the little stool. The movement lifts her shirt just enough to reveal the black lace panties and the crease of her pubic mound.
It's a miracle my mind is occupied with other problems right now; otherwise, my vow to never touch any woman other than Veronica again would already be falling apart.
«You killed a Monster Slayer, Jace Lance. The kill order on you has already been issued. And since this area is temporarily assigned to me… I'm the one tasked with killing you,» Kimberly says in an ice-cold voice, her murderous stare snuffing out whatever erotic fantasy I had left in me.
But her rigid, threatening expression softens slightly as she keeps talking.
