“Damn, I hope you get that look when you think about me.”
“What look?” I ask, confused.
“The ‘I just had the best s*x of my life’ look.”
I stand up and make my way to Gage, straddling his lap in the chair, wrapping my arms around his neck; his hands go straight to my ass. “You have nothing to worry about, Gage,” I assure him, and he doesn’t. None of them do; they make damn sure I am taken care of.
He buries his nose in my hair, rubbing it down my neck; it never fails to make me shiver. “You were f*****g hot today, pretty girl, and my d**k was hard as a rock watching you take care of business.”
I laugh, but it comes out husky. “You would be turned on by that.”
“I get turned on with you just breathing,” he replies, then kisses me. It never fails that it starts slow and then starts burn
