Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

she hadn’t had much time for romance. High school had been

the only time she’d ever experimented, and she hadn’t done

mu

ch. She certainly hadn’t done any of this.

She slammed this drawer shut as well. Her body was on fire,

and she didn’t want to think about where all that heat was

concentrated. She was shocked by the items, but she was more

shocked at the dirty direction her thoughts went. Her lips

tingled and she put her fingers up to touch them. Giana had

kissed her in the car. Hard. Not the kind of kiss that messed

around. Coralyn had tasted the questions in it, the possession,

the passion. She’d never been kissed like that before in her

life. Giana knew what she was doing.

Apparently, she knew what she was doing in other ways too.

Coralyn wheeled away from the dresser. She didn’t touch

the other drawers. They were probably full of other kinky,

sexy things that she didn’t need to see. She tried the other

dressers, sliding the drawers open quietly and carefully, but

she found only clothes, undergarments which made her blush

all over again, and socks. The far side of the room had two

huge, mirrored doors. She walked over, and sure enough, they

were hiding a walk-in closet.

As soon as she stepped in, her heart leapt. Hope could be a

wicked thing, but she felt it now, because on the top shelf at

the far end of the closet were boxes. Jewellery boxes of all

shapes and sizes. She rushed forward and started frantically

pawing through them. One box contained watches that were

probably each worth a small fortune.

She went from box to box. At least these appeared

somewhat sorted. Rings and bracelets took up two other boxes.