Chapter Eight
Bobbi Jo
Fireworks went off inside my head. That had never happened before, and I had no idea what that even meant. All I knew was that my arms were wrapping around him and my lips parted to let him in.
He lifted me up easily, sitting me on top of the bar. I felt his c**k throbbing against my already hot p***y. One of his hands moved to cup one of my t**s, and my n*****s went hard. I moaned with how amazing it felt to be with him that way.
When he moved his mouth off mine, to trail his hot lips up my neck, I could barely breathe. “You kiss better than most, Bobbi Jo.”
“You too.” I ran my fingers along his arms. “Maybe it’s because your muscles are so damn sexy.”
He took my hands and then had me untuck his shirt, then he moved my hands underneath it, pressing them to his
