Body Moves. Jodi Lynn Copeland
wanted to be disgusted. Instead he was tongue-tied and so hard and aching to fuck her, it was all he could do to stay in the cart.
Danica pulled the club from her body. Her juices caught the sunlight, shimmering on the sand wedge’s black handle as she tossed it on the grass. She leaned toward him, carnal desire smoldering in her heavily lidded eyes. Her lips parted on a breathy sigh, nostrils flaring as she dug her fingernails into the front of his shirt and tugged.
Her want was primal, blatant. Too much temptation to let pass.
He forgot about his mission at the resort and relented to her tugging. She pulled him from the cart, pushing him down on his back in the grass, using the shorts and boxers wrapped around his thighs to trap him in place.
Not that he wanted to go anywhere. His cock pulsated for the hungry grip of her pussy. He opened his arms, expecting her to come into them immediately.
She stayed still, while her eyes journeyed down his body. Her gaze turned frosty as it met with his straining shaft. Venom clung to her words. “For a few minutes on the ride up here, I thought you might not be such a bad guy.” She jerked the bills from her bra and threw them at him. “I was wrong. You’re an asshole.”
Jordan’s breath hitched out as she snatched her skirt and shoes from the grass. Then she hopped in the cart and, flipping him the finger over her shoulder, sped away.
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