The woman I crave just moved into the house across the street to be the nanny.
Big t**s, big hips — damn she makes me hard.
Running my chain of auto-shops means I’m a busy man. Problem is I have no one to share my success with.
When Molly needs a cup of sugar, she comes knocking on my door.
She’s asking for something sweet, but her eyes tells me she wants something filthy.
I can see it now: her in my kitchen, barefoot and pregnant — ready for me to bring home the bacon.
Dear Reader,
Major is a real man who knows what he kneads. It’s time for him to be the Bred Winner Molly has always dreamt about.
xo, frankie
Welcome to filthy dirty desires!
Forget being sweet … this year we want to give into our dirtiest desires.
Taboo, dangerous, and over-the-top, we’re bringing you everything you were too scared to ask for.
**Don’t worry, loves, these are still packed with the heroes you crave and the HEA’s you deserve!
