Dirty Adventures In Bed
and couldn't fulfill, fantasies Jack would bet his eyeteeth she had. Satisfying her fantasies required someone with more balls, tenderness, and
m getting his overdue revenge against
ad to get Morgan ou
lender brunette with large artificial breasts wriggled her hips at the crowd of men shoving bills in her miniscule G-string. Morgan stared, clearly uncomfortable with that much nudity an
and a black sweater looked around the room, rather than at the stripper exiting the stage and giving the audience a prime view of her ass. A few feet from him, another in a
e Morgan's would-be shooter. But Jack kn
covered their sudden stop in the crowd by pulling her agains
" he c
's nod told him she took it as the warning he int
ous," he whispered on the soft, soft sk
traction and breathed in her sweet raspberry scen
you doing that," s
se he wanted to than because it was necessary. But it helped with the i
an. Yo
f her neck would. The scheming part of him loved knowing he affected her. So did his sexual side. Oh, he didn't forget that the shooter was probably somew
t's smoky, and
both cou
est. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder, reminding him ho
le lot lately. He couldn't help but admir
ust in case one of them i
e thick makeup, her blue eyes clearly reflected the knowledge that she was being hunted
er wa
ou," he assured her. "Take my hand. Smile.
sible. He stopped to answer a greeting, endure some backslapping from frat boys he'd helped ou
the suit kept his gaze glued to Morgan. Jack covertly watched the man assess her, eyes n
her. Her eyes went wide as he held her face betw
ned to him slowly, slowly, with shy hesitance that made him burn with need. A delicious uncertainty flavored her kiss, making him hard as a pike. But it w
. He entered her mouth with a ravaging thrust of his tongue. And groaned as her wet, sugary hea
his when he retreated. She clasped his shoulders and clung, slanting her head until their mouths fit perfectly. Gripping her tightly, he s
hen surrendered,