At least until he looks at his watch. She’d only been waiting tables, but that doesn’t matter now. Sex vedio Hands drifting down from her shoulders to circle her wrists, he raises her arms over her head. He presses his lips to her throat, nibbling gently. But she’s startled by the desire pooling in his eyes. She scowls and huffs a breath. “Hey, Jo,” he says, calling her attention back to his face. Her fantasies hadn’t even come close. Reaching out, Dean pulls her into his lap. His palm cups her bottom, he hitches her leg around his waist. She braces herself, clinging to the handle and tensing against the leather seat as he steers the car out of the parking lot. Jo Harvelle walks through the backdoor of the club and into the alley behind it. There was no point in hiding it anymore. He overpowers, seizing control and making her squirm as he straddles her and removes his shirt. Jo’s body quakes, fluttering around his. You’re worse than that. Green eyes connect with chocolate and hold firmly. If the delicious ache of her body wasn’t enough to prove that, her damaged clothing certainly was. Blowing at a stray curl that falls across her face, she shakes her head and makes a mental note to herself.
