~Luke’s Point of View~
I lazily play with the red strap half falling off her shoulder with one hand, and carefully stroke her loose breast with the other as her hand runs up and down my length. I hiss and move to pull away, but she moves with me.
“Believe me when I tell you I’d love nothing more than to make you forget your name. I don’t have one of those rubber things,” I say, and loathe how dumb I sound. The old Luc wouldn’t give a damn about such things because the female he’d bed wouldn’t make it to see another morning.
Harlow starts to laugh, and just like that my hard d**k goes limp. I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever had a female laugh at me. She flicks her hair back and my eyes stay fixed on her breasts as they move and my d**k twitches with life.
*She’s allowed to laugh, hell any
