The buckle in my holster broke. She lifts her dress to show me.
I take the opportunity to bunch it at her waist. “Shame,” I murmur without a hint of empathy while the flimsy white lace of her panties snaps between my hands.
“Zade! They’re less than fifty yards away.” She’s staring at the bulge in my pants and subtly biting her lip. Yeah, she’s just as ravenous.
“There were people f*****g out in the open at your father’s ‘house.’ I think this is modest in comparison.”
She laughs. “You do know my father doesn’t actually live at the clubhouse. right?”
“Not interested in talking about your father right now.” I bury my face in the fragrant skin of her neck.
“You’re the one who brought him up,” she tilts her head back to give me more access, then moans as my fingers trail up her thigh and
