CHAPTER 23
“TWO DAYS OFF, and guess what I want to do. Or rather, who?”
At Joe’s whispered words, I went from zero to soaking in ten seconds, and when he pushed his hips against me from behind, he was hard already. One hand came around to cup my breasts while the other reached between my legs, and the feel of his lips on the back of my neck made me press into him and shudder.
“I was never a morning person, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
I’d often pretended to be asleep when the accountant started his days with emails and herbal tea, but Joe’s offer of dirty words and an enormous c**k made me want to dance round the room singing “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning.”
Right after he’d impaled me, obviously.
The rip of foil was swiftly followed by a delicious stretch as Joe nudged inside.
