CHAPTER NINE
Gurney was wishing he had worn something a little less snug than the mod jeans he always kicked around in on location. The tightness of the heavy material added to the already sufficient support provided by his athletic briefs to choke the hell out of his swelling c**k.
Every time June recrossed her legs, the whisper of the silk-on-silk movement drew his gaze to the source of the intriguing sound. Through the glass top of the small table, he could view the exciting shift of position.
Her cheongsam was split quite high, and the peacock blue of the background was an electrifying color for Gurney, especially in contrast to the creamy tan of June's thighs and calves. The paisley design contained a color that seemed to be an exact match for the exposed skin, and the most promine
