| But kind of...clean. Like someone fresh from the shower...with a warm towel wrapped around her...her nipples dripping with...Jesus! Why couldn't he make it stop! His dick was twitching like a live wire now, and it hurt to sit and let his pants press it down into submission. He kept the jacket in his lap, and thankfully, she didn't say anything. She did make him read, though. And discuss. And try to think, even though his mind was racing with humiliation and desire. Jack thought he might faint from the excitement and adrenaline-especially when her arm brushed his as she took ... |