I say, look at the melons on that lass,โ Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. โAnd hung like a stallion, he is.โ โFocus, mate,โ Spade muttered.
Jeaniene Frost...that left Francesca to slink into the chair opposite us. My feeling of superiority was short-lived, however, when she settled herself down and then crossed her legs. I didn't need a mirror to know my whole face had just turned red. With a hemline up to her thighs that gesture didn't leave anything to the imagination. Bones curled his fingers around mine and squeezed. His hand was still warmed from our contact moments ago. That's how fast he had to grab me again to keep me sitting where I was instead of yanking off my jacket to make her a pair of panties.
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