“I was not trying to grope her,” Ford huffed at his friend’s accusation.
“Yeah, you were. I saw your hand snaking up her leg.” Lance laughed. “Much closer, you’d be grabbing the money pot.”
“Shut up, man. Don’t talk about her like that. Piper’s a good girl.”
“One that you want to find out if you can turn her bad.”
“Can you blame me? She’s hot as hell and I’ve lived with this hot-ass woman for weeks. Living in my guest house, walking around my pool flaunting her tight ass in little bikinis, using my private gym in those short gym shorts she wears, making my d**k so f*****g hard I think I’m going to get blue balls if something doesn’t give soon.”
“Or get calluses on your hands for j*********f too much,” Braxton teased.
His eyes narrowed, almost growling at his friend's teasing.
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