The Surrender: Falling In Part 37

With complete seriousness, he said, "Ms. Keats, the interview is far from over."

She narrowed her eyes and his crinkled with humor. He rotated his hips and she groaned. No matter how mortified her brain was her libido was still raring to go.

Her head dropped to the carpet. "You d.a.m.n exhibitionist pervert," she grumbled.

He chucked. "You know you love it."

She did, but she'd never freely admit it. Her chin pressed into her chest as he awaited her reply. "I'll never be able to come here again."

"Nonsense," he teased. "I plan on making you come here at least twice before I take you home."

She mashed her hand into his face and shoved him. He laughed and kissed her. It wasn't long before she gave in and they were at it again, this time, however, there was no rus.h.i.+ng. He made love to her, slow and thoroughly.

The arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.d was right as usual. She came twice more before he took her home.

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