She reached for her phone beside her on the bed. She tapped a few buttons, hesitated, then dropped the phone back down.
She'd wanted to text Jaz for Angel's number so she…. So she could what?
Was she seriously going to agree to his terms? But then, if she could get s****l gratification from him, why look for it somewhere else?
Because he was an arrogant, cocky bastard. But a damn fine lover.
Spread eagle on the bed, she sighed as the activities of yesterday came to her mind.
She could remember the feel of his fingers in her p***y. It had been pure unexpected bliss.
She groaned and shifted on the bed when she began to feel aroused. She tried to kill the thoughts [die, die!], but they refused to die.
A second later, she knew she was wet. Another second later, she slide her hand down h
