You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce lamented.
What was Grandma up to? On purpose?

Was it an unlucky day for her? It was so hard to get Luther back, and her grandmother caught her in the act.

Under the “watchful eyes” of Grandma, Joyce dragged Luther into his bedroom and threw him onto the bed.

She was tired and panting. Her forehead was covered with sweat.
Wait, why was this scene so familiar?

Joyce recalled the last time she rescued a man from the river. He was also this heavy, about the same height. Even the feeling of his body was similar. Last time she was in the suburban hotel and not able to take off his pants to verify something. The automotive project team made her busy, so she forgot about it.

Today’s scene aroused her strong suspicions again.
She had to confirm it.
Could it be Luther, the person she saved and took her virginity at the time?

Luther was drunken and felt asleep, lying motionless on the bed with his chest up and down.

Joyce gritted her teeth and gently walked forward.
She reached decisively her hands for his belt.
After unbuckling the belt, quick as a flash, she removed his pants.

perfection of her body pierced her eyes. Thinking back in

her cheeks burning like fire.

a dilemma. His legs were white and proportionate. Just …… both

happened to him?

usually bossing people

get these wounds? There were grazes from bullets

touched her heart.

now, she can’t even tell from the wounds if he was the one she saved

if he was not the one.

out a pair of his pants out of the

to cover up the fact that she just

robust physique, strong muscular lines, long

she was changing clothes for him. So she simply

off, she can’t see.