Chapter Thirty-one
Talon Maverick
I could have asked her to wear one of the lingerie collections I saw in the shop, but no lingerie from there would have made those round, perfect boobs of hers as visible as I wanted them to be. God, I love them — more than I’d ever admit. I’d seen plenty of others, more than I could count, but hers… hers were just right, the only ones I wanted to look at over and over again.
Instead, I handed her a pair of panties in my favorite color. Black suited her perfectly, and damn, the way she looked in them… I couldn’t stop my hands from trailing down, feeling that tight squeeze of her p***y against my fingers again.
“You like that?” I groaned, slipping another finger inside, pressing deeper until there were three, moving with a force that matched the strain
