Sitting on a swivel stool at the counter of a nightclub, Kris spun around to face the dancefloor, taking in the lewd scenes to see whether it would help him purge out the woman who'd been infiltrating his nightly fantasies for five days straight.
It only seemed to make things worse, so huffing, he swiveled round to face the barman just as he placed his order on the countertop. Kris wrapped his hand around the neck of the frigid bottle of tequila and was just about to raise it to his mouth when suddenly it was Lexi's breast he was fondling as he plunged into her deep from behind.
In his imagination, anyways.
Cursing loudly, he whisked the drink up and downed as much of the cold brew as possible, hoping it would quench the hot images running wild in his head and cool the fire burning in
