“I’m feeling a wee bit jealous of her.” I pinch my fingers and squint at the invisible jealous matter. “Just a wee bit.” Donnelly grins. “Just a wee bit.” He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be. I’m gonna fuck you harder than I ever did.” It’s a promise said so casually that I nearly buckle at the knees. Holy shit. His grin widens before he puts the cigarette between his lips.
