"Seriously? Fucking hell, Cass. Now you're taking a second look? Maybe I should have fucked a stripper under your nose years ago." "That's what you think?" He sounded genuinely confused as he closed a little more distance between us with those long strides of his. "I've taken a hell of a lot more than a second glance over the years, Red," he told me in a low voice that went straight to my pussy like a lightning bolt. Red? Where the fuck had that come from?
