Page 17 of Rules of Engagement

He slides his fingers between mine, and the sensual sensation makes my tummy lurch, and my pussy tighten. He closes his fingers, trapping mine, controlling them, then he slides our hands up. Pressing my palm over the length of his rock-hard, fully erect, ginormous cock. His size sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit and lands longingly in my vagina.

Geez-us! Jorja! Get a grip.

NO!

LET GO!

Mortified, I stiffen, and his grips tightens, digging his hard-on into my palm.

Christ! That cock!My eyes rollback in my head as a feeling of needing to be fucked fills me.

Then … the helicopter bounces slightly, and my erotic reaction's gone.

We've landed. I look around. Sidney's taking pictures out of the window. Grayson and the other pilot are busy with the instruments.

My hero still holds me, but he releases my hand. Time to apologize. I look up to say, ‘thank you, and I’m so sorry’ but the words die on my tongue.

A devilishly wicked grin spreads across perfectly sculpted lips.

Holy Hell. That mouth!

The wind's knocked out of me as the truth I've tried so hard to deny, lays bare my broken heart. It stops beating, stabbed, then begins pounding in my chest, rejoicing at the sight of that mouth.

Six years, seventeen days, and approximately two hours ago, that mouth with those delicious lips woke my heart right before it broke it. That mouth, with those delicious lips, has filled my dreams with either horror or horniness, but mostly horniness.

I stare as that mouth with those delicious lips forms the words ….

“Sup, Juicy?”

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