Oh. My. God. Claire tossed the hose into the sink. Her stomach twisted as the two men slugged it out. When would Hank get here?
His nerves taut, Jake took in the details of the situation. The stairs were at their backs. The dining room was in front of them.
The kiss’s intensity seared Claire’s lips. Her heart had already bought Jake’s explanation. Her head, on the other hand, stayed suspicious. Brett had been good
The sight of her stopped Jake cold. Propped up on her desk, her skin glowing in the soft midmorning light. Dust particles danced around her
Claire freed Jake’s straining cock from the confines of his cotton boxers. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, hard and thick. Heat swamped
“Hi, Mom.” Claire bit her kiss-swollen bottom lip. “You made great time from Texas.” Embarrassed heat burned from her toes to her ears as she
