I flicked the lock on the dead bolt with one hand, the other still cupping her ass through this indecent dress. Goddess, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to frame the damn thing as a work of art or light it on fire so she could never wear it in public again.
But when my thighs bumped the edge of the oversized mattress, she buried her fingers in my hair and yanked me free from her lips. Her puffy, red lips that had been bitten half a dozen times on the walk over here.
“Put me down. You need to let me take care of your shoulder before anything else,” she demanded. If I weren’t already hard as a rock, her trying to boss me around would have absolutely done it for me. But as it was, I was already a steel rod, so I gripped the back of her neck and used the hand already on her backside to grind
