Indulge
"OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," the woman on the bed murmured, her chest rising slightly with pleasure.
"Can you take it a little deeper?" Mercedes Estevez asked her.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes."
Mercedes pushed her fingers deeper into the skin and muscle of the woman's shoulders, chuckling at the exaggerated moaning that ensued. "You sound like you're having sex."
One eye, outlined in a deep-conditioning face mask, opened. "Honey, I never feel this good when I'm having sex. You have magic fingers, and the smell of these products is divine."
"They're made from old family recipes." A bubble of excitement rose within her. Her female ancestors had been making and sharing their creams and lotions for a hundred years, first on the family estate in Guadalajara and more recently on the family farm in California.
The women in her family kept their beauty and youthful skin far longer than nature could possibly have intended. Now it was Mercedes's dream to use those family recipes as the foundation for her own beauty empire. Estée Lauder and Helena Rubenstein were her role models; only, she was building her empire her own way. Keepi ... read full excerpt from: Indulge ebook
