Her “plan” had been simple. Meet a stranger. Get what she needed. Leave.
This wasn’t the transaction she had imagined. It was a surrender. And for the first time, Jazmin realized that the best plans aren’t the ones you make—they’re the ones that unravel you completely. By the time his lips found her neck, the old plan was dead. BlackedRaw - Jazmin Luv - New Plan
Jazmin laughed, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Maybe.” Her “plan” had been simple
This was something new.
He leaned closer. The air shifted. “Then let me change your plan.” And for the first time, Jazmin realized that
An hour later, she was in his penthouse. The lights of the skyline bled through floor-to-ceiling windows. Her back hit the cool glass as his hands explored the hem of her dress. He was deliberate. Patient. Every touch was a command, not a request.