Whitney Wes

Romance Whitney Wes

She left and I opened my eyes again and listened to all those noises, including the ticking of the clock. I heard the door open and then smelled Officer Reynolds. Before he even knew what happened, I had him flat on his back on the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt and raining kisses down his chest. "My god...you don't waste any time." I peeled open that shirt, went after the belt and tossed that and his gun over onto the other bed. I unbuttoned his pants and then looked up at him, as I pulled down his zipper with just my teeth. He lifted his ass, as I tugged at the waistband and drew it down past his legs and over his ankles. It hung precariously off of one leg, but it made it easier for me to push apart his knees to see that towering power of manhood. It was exactly the way that I envisioned it, except for the dollop of cream that was now escaping from the top. "I just want you to lie there and take it. If you try to move, then you will regret it." My voice was hoarse and I could tell that he knew that I was serious about what I was saying. "This is mine and walking away this afternoon was not one of your finest moments. You denied me my just desserts and now you have to pay for it." I slapped him across the face. He looked at me with surprise, but he did not try to stop me. I think he was starting to learn a valuable lesson. I was the one in control. If he tried to take that control back, then he was going to find himself with fierce opposition. I moved my fingernails down his chest, digging in just enough to scratch the surface, but not break the skin. "MMMMMPPHHHHHH." He closed his mouth with his two hands, moaning through them, but not attracting any unwanted attention. I smiled wickedly, extended my tongue and... WARNING - This book contains steamy romance scenes and is not suitable for all ages. GET YOUR COPY RIGHT NOW!