The Billionaire's Exotic Dancer

about the kiss. His mouth slanted against hers with the force of all the pent up sexual frustration he

t, to gentle the press of his mouth on hers. But he.... wanted her. There was

between her legs, and her hands curled around his mus

, he moved between them. Hand on her bottom, he slid her closer until her m

ging through her, he simply took th

ands dug into his wide shoulders so tightly her fingers ached

er lip, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue sliding across it. And when he released her, a wicked smi

so drawn to a woman. Just watching her walk t

to take her, to have her fo

, he twirled it around his fingers as he wa

im than by having sex with someone else. How did he do that? Affect her like that? Th

thumb running across her bottom

h to reject him but what flew out of her

, I

her life.she was a waitress and a damned stripper, she got to witness guys firsth

rent about Sylvester. She

asked. To help her feel it, he pressed his ro

in her eyes. She wanted this. bare, he helped her to her up a

her bra and panties on the floor, and she was completely naked where he could soak up his fill of her beautiful body. She was so curvy. Nice

ed her hands and shook his head. “No, nev

her hips. One of his hands comes up to her face. He drags his thumb along her lower lip while she stare up at

pression at all in his face when he finds them soaking wet. Without a

er body star

d and pounds so hard tha

oh … ah …

as so excited, she felt as if she already at the point of no return. To her utter sh

ndescending, tr

vest

ck, they were so lost in their little but pleasurable fan

gh to shield her nak3d frame with his huge muscular body, so desmond wasn't fast enough t

had lost her

uch, it was sylvester's fault fo

after understanding the message that sylvester sent

go you

ffects of the alcohol before dragging him out of the room but not without givi

eft leaving Ange