6
Limos
In the back of the limo, Clay shredded Andrea’s expensive dress between his hands. Whatever had passed between them during that midnight kiss hadn’t dissipated in the time it took them to get out of the ballroom and into their waiting limo. In fact, it had only heightened their emotions. All Clay wanted was to rip Andrea’s clothes off and claim her body.
Fuck his ribs. He was getting laid. Right here. Right now.
“This dress cost a f*****g fortune,” she murmured.
Not that she gave a f**k. He could see it in her eyes. She’d rather have the material in pieces on the floor of this limo than around her body.
“Tell someone who gives a f**k, baby.”
“Well, you’ll have to buy me another one.”
He bore down on her, sliding his hands up her bare calves. He grabbed the slit he’d torn in
