It slightest, Nero thought, he wasn’t the as it were one having a difficult time with self-control.
There he sat in his truck, prodding Valentine since he couldn’t
help himself, and the another thing he knew, she was kissing him.
Hard. Deep.
Like she had been considering of nothing else since he had kissed her the day before.
His tongue investigated her mouth as he delicately held her hip.
“s**t,” she wheezed as she pulled absent, putting her hands over her mouth as if that would eradicate what she had fair done. “s**t!” she squeaked. “Shiiit, s**t, s**t!” She shook her head whereas rubbing at her mouth.
“It wasn’t that bad,” he chuckled, pushing her hair over her bear, prepared to kiss her again.
“It wasn’t awful at all,” she cried, covering her confront. “Then why do you see like
