Chapter 103

He slumped in his chair, sighing as his pants got tighter. She did things to him. Crazy delicious things. He'd wanted to stay forever, with her wrapped in his arms like that. She was so small, littered with curves he didn't know existed. He berated himself for wanting to be swaddled by her scent buried in her softness. His body tightened as he recalled her hot, burning palms on his chest and wished she had touched him some more.

How would he ignore her now? Not when he knew what her mesmerizing mouth tasted like or the sound she made when her neck got sucked, or her nipples were pinched. His fingers rubbed together, recalling the thick beaded nipple in his mouth. Were they pink or mauve tipped? Did she have a large areola?

"Shit," He groaned and shook his head. "I shouldn't be doing this. I can't take her. She's not mine."