Five minutes earlier, Silver had pulled up to Jolene’s house feeling lighthearted and happy, ready to surprise her with his early return. He’d missed her like he’d miss water or food or air, if he had to go without any of them. And on the whole, he’d prefer to give one of them up, if it came down to that or losing Jolene.
The lights were on in the living room and her bedroom, and he’d smiled as he’d grabbed his overnight backpack. Nestled in the bottom, wrapped in his t-shirt, was a chilled bottle of rosé. Silver’s plan was to strip the woman naked, pour wine over that luscious body and lick every drop off her golden, quivering curves and peaks and valleys. He’d definitely linger in some areas longer than others and his c**k gave a twitch as he imagined being between Jolene’s thighs, push
