James

Vanessa tilted her head, dark curls falling over her naked shoulder. “Who says I’m leaving?” She winked and slipped off the counter, sliding her body down against my cock. 

    I groaned. “Fuck, you’re killing me, you know that?” 

    “Yet I’m the one needing a break?” She chuckled and walked down the hall. All I could do was keep my eyes glued to her naked ass, her hips swaying seductively.  

    “Minx,” I called after her. 

    She glanced over her shoulder. “That makes you one lucky son of a bitch, then, Detective.” 

    I tipped my beer in her direction. “Oh, I fucking know it.” I took a large gulp while watching...