He didn’t answer, fearing he'd say dumb s**t that would make him sound like he gave a f**k about the tears in her eyes.
Instead, he kicked off his shoes and pants, then yanked his blazer off. His shirt came off next, his clothes leaving a trail in his wake.
Janet couldn’t help but stare as he stripped, her mouth going dry at the sight of his powerful, tattooed body unveiling itself to her piece by piece.
Her n*****s hardened. Aching p***y clenched and wept with need.
Her breath caught when he finally reached the bed. He grabbed her ankle and yanked her roughly to the edge of the bed.
“I guess my d**k still wants p***y. Don't think too much about it,” he said crudely, shoving her dress up around her waist and forcing her legs apart. “Daddy’s doing whatever the f**k I want tonight.
