He tried not to stare as Julianne walked back to the fireplace, hips swaying with mouth-watering grace. He knew she was exaggerating for him. Jesus, the woman could convince the pope to give up his vows.
She had a world-class a*s that he wanted to smack while he knelt behind her and f****d her so hard she passed out. l**t boiled through his veins like lava and he forced himself not to squirm like a teenager with a hard-on in the hot teacher’s class.
He needed a drink. Maybe more than one.
His c**k already at attention, it thickened even more as she sank onto the chaise and laid herself out on her side, one hand holding up her head. She’d dropped the blanket she’d had around her shoulders onto the floor. This close to the fire, she didn’t need it.
Long, dark hair fell to the chaise and
