Chapter 38 Being At His Mercy
- Van Dyke’s hold was cruel and merciless, his breathing harsh as he tried to control his lust.
- Roxanne winced but continued to unbutton his shirt, kissing him and playing with him, licking his nipples and his chest, covering his hirsute chest with butterfly soft kisses. He groaned.
- “Baby, you’re asking for trouble,” he growled and she tipped her head back and said in her sultry voice,