I realize this as one of my few chances to take her before she reaches the safety and comfort of her car. Txxx She is so preoccupied that she doesn’t notice I’ve wrestled and pinned her down beneath me. With a low chuckle, I caress her cheeks, lit up in a blush the color of butterscotch. ” P-please…let g-go of me , John?” It comes out as more of a question than a demand. Jocelyn finished reporting a story for the 10 pm News in Duncanville. I know exactly how to make her tick and she almost finds herself giving in and begging me for more, but she barely stops herself. Her eyes shoot open but she doesn’t look down at me.
