Axel Garcia…
I watched as Felicity walked through the door, her breasts practically falling out of the little blue dress she’d poured herself into. She walked into their cabin and sank down on the couch, a seductive little smile on her face. She was so f*****g gorgeous.
I felt Miller step in next to me. Desire practically poured off me. How did she do this to us? I'd been alone with her for weeks and we had slept with her for two days. Despite our misgivings over our conflicts and differences, we hadn’t been able to stay away from her.
We were addicted.
We’d tried to lay low, spending most of our time in the cabin, in our bed, inside her. "I know I’ve talked about going to Mongolia for their festival," she said, crossing her legs slowly. That wasn’t a good idea. And it certainly wasn’t
