“Sharon told me Evan’s no good. He’ll hurt you.” “You’re worried about me?” She takes my hand, threading our fingers and dropping her head against the headrest and smiling. “No one ever worries about me.” My stomach tightens, and I take my hand away, fastening my seatbelt and pulling on the road. “I want you to be safe.” “That’s not all you want,” she laughs lightly. “Remember?” As if I could forget how fucking hot it was to have her at last, what a fucking relief to sink my dick violently and repeatedly into her hot little body. A grin fights with my lips, and she arches an eyebrow nodding
...more
