Riley wore a blue dress that flowed around her knees and thighs as she walked toward him in the lobby. On her lovely feet were shoes that glittered bright and sensual. Her honey-and-cream-colored hair floated across her back. The waves of curls in front seemed to nuzzle the soft mounds of her breasts.
Seeing her again, a rush of warmth unfurled in Jean’s chest as his d**k tightened pleasantly in his slacks and his balls alerted. The urge to take those breasts, naked and hot, into his mouth and suck was powerful.
“You look stunning,” he said, unable to keep the gravel—which his damned male s*x hormones had created—from his voice.
“You look pretty good yourself.”
Riley’s wide smile rocked him, and a fierce need to touch her made Jean slide a proprietary arm around her shoulders and walk
