She started to say something again but yelped as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and hauled her toward me until her ass was hanging off the desk. Five minutes out. How many hundreds—if not thousands—of men would have given a testicle for a night with a woman like this? Who the hell was in my house? I’d been attracted to Natashya since I’d first laid eyes on her, and we’d made a strong, immediate connection. Who the hell was in my house? In the end, I remained strong. What was in store for us next? I gave them as much of a breakdown of the conversation as I could remember, which reduced the forty-five-minute conversation to a minute and a half… not a minute. “I’m not doing that with you. “Fuck!” I grated. Inhaling deeply, I dove between her legs and face-planted in her slit, my tongue immediately seeking refuge deep within her. I tried to put thoughts of Danni out of my head… thoughts of what Emily and Bobbi might be talking about. “All the crying was a good indicator.” I turned my head and looked up at Erin; our faces were so close that our noses nearly brushed. “Please don’t do this.”
“Danni, I don’t think I can be a good boyfriend right now.”
“I know you would be!” Danni
