Chapter Seven
I slipped my hand into the pocket of Jay’s jacket, pulling out the set of keys that he had been sent before our arrival. My lips brushed against his ear, “The only person I want to hear your moans is that pretty little wolf from the diner.”
Jay shook just the slightest movement of his shoulders. His thumb brushed against the claiming bite on the side of my neck and I knew that he was thinking about what I was thinking about. Or, I should say who we were thinking about.
Olivia.
How her dark hair would look fanned out over the pillow. Her eyes twisted shut as Jay watched me touch her. Tease her until she begged him for permission for me to f**k her. For him to join us. My jeans grew tight and I had to fight back a moan.
“Stop tempting me or I’ll take you over my knee.”
