Brix walked into the house with Jolie tucked under his arm and knew she was struggling. He and Malik had messed with her head today and it hadn’t been either of their intentions. Yet, he couldn’t lie and say he felt too terribly about it. Jolie had gone from telling them she never had s****l urges to being very aware her libido hadn’t shriveled up and died as she had suspected it had. She wanted them both and it was as tactile as the woman herself.
He was finding she was warm and passionate. When her temper was fired up, she was bold and brazen and he relished taming her tongue. He realized after four days it wasn’t he disliked the way she fought him at every turn but how she was holding herself back. Where Val had attempted to destroy her feistiness, he wanted her to fight back. He wante
