Coming Consumed: Welcome to Carson, Book Three
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Harlan licks his lips, the warm metal of his tongue ring pressing against his full bottom him, and tries to speak again.
His deep and raspy voice greets his ears as he exposes, “Damn, you are exquisite.”
Harlan watches as the enchantress before him swallows a large gulp down her throat at his words. She blinks forcibly a few times, as if trying to bring herself back to the moment.
She opens her mouth to speak and follows his guidance as her pink tongue extends out to moisten her pouty lips. The woman swallows once more before trying to speak again.
“Thank you,” she says in soothing and confident voice.
Harlan’s chest tightens and he’s almost afraid that he’s having a heart attack as she speaks. But as he continues to stare into her eyes he senses something he hasn’t felt before – clarity.
At that very moment Harlan finds himself changed, altered, transformed. In one split second he’s met the reason for his existence and she’s packaged up in silk and lace.
In an unprecedented move Harlan slides into the bench opposite her with no protest and extends his hand in greeting, “Hi, I’m Ha…Theo. Theodore, actually.”
She doesn’t stare at his hand or question his possible slip up, instead she sits straighter in her chair and extends her hand to meet his, “Hi, Theo. I’m Cassidy.”
When their hands meet everything Harlan expected comes to fruition.
Yep, he is done for. Completely done for.