Ten
Dominick
T
here was absolutely no reason I needed to haul Kendall and her manager, Valerie, into my office to discuss the details of her contract. Everything I had to tell them could have taken place over the phone. But the thought of seeing that f*****g body again—those lips puckered around the straw of an iced coffee, those beautiful hips and ass wrapped in a tight dress—was far too tempting.
At least with her manager here, I couldn’t swipe away the paperwork on my desk and f**k her on top of it. But it was all I’d been thinking about since the moment she had sat down.
Damn it, this was a tease.
I just wanted a whiff of her p***y.
A quick lick across her c**t.
To feel her cunt clench around my c**k.
Kendall Roy was worse than an addiction because this need, this f*****g ache
