“Oh, damn you!” she seethed under her breath.
Bo was right there, feeling her crotch and kindling that fire.
“How about one more?” Emerson posed.
There was little doubt about how sexually engaged she was now. Despite the sweltering anger, her svelte form shuddered end to end.
“Tell me you want another,” Emerson ordered as he lit the third cigarette.
“Emerson, no!”
“No? Oh, I think you’re lying,” he sneered wickedly. The smoldering tip made a similar searing mark on her opposing inner thigh. Penelope shrieked. She might have been in pain, but her body jerked as if she were about to come.
“Come on, Penny, ask for it.” Emerson goaded. He lit the butt again, took a long draught and sent another puff of smoke through his nostrils and onto her heaving chest.
“I can’t,” she grimaced
