SARAH
I blink, feeling the heat rise from my needy, raging p***y, to my stomach. It burns my chest before settling on the skin of my cheeks.
Awestruck, I watch as Ronan’s big, strong hands with beautifully crafted long fingers undo his neck tie. He throws the black silk towards the front seat. The buttons of his longsleeved shirt come next.
I gulp hard on my saliva, peering down at the hard muscles of his chest. He didn’t put on a vest this morning.
Lucky me. It makes it easier to appreciate the marvel in front of me.
“How…how does this work?” I ask, scratching the back of my neck over and over until it starts to sting.
With a reassuring smile on his face, Ronan reaches for the hand behind my neck and presses it against his chest. Our fingers interlock as he studies my face in
