Page 213 of Sticks and Stones
Why?
He was an idiot, and a sucker for a gorgeous redhead. All he had to do was see one, and his libido, and dick, took over.
And Sasha was sexy.
She had curves, and she was feisty as hell. Normally, he found that hot, but today…
Now…
He just needed to get off the ride. For three weeks, he’d flirted with stupidity, and had sex more than a few times with the woman.
More than not, he managed to get a condom on before she voraciously slid down his dick bare.
She’d gotten hella wild in bed, and he liked it a little too much.
For the life of him, he couldn't understand why his brain was warning him when his dick was having one hell of a time being ridden hard, and put away wet.
From her.
“Hey,” she said, taking off her coat. “I finished work, and I thought I could come by, and we could fuck on your couch.”
His dick twitched.
Inside, he was praying for control.
And then, he saw what she was wearing under her coat.
Absolutely nothing.
It dropped to the floor, and there she stood with her body bared to him.
Oh, Jesus.
Greyson had to stop this. He wasn’t sure what her game was, but he knew if he knocked her up, he was fucked.
His gut told him there was too much on the line.
“So, are you up for some fun?”
Somehow, he found the strength to say no.
“Actually, Sasha, I’m on my way down to Gene and Ethan’s.”
She pouted.
“You weren’t in the office all day. Agent Hill said you were working. I’ve been looking for you.”
As she moved closer, he was sweating, and not because he was excited.
His brain was screaming one thing.
‘ABORT YOU FREAKING IDIOT!’
“Yeah, we’ve caught a case.”
She moved closer, and the cat-and-mouse game got her wet. He was easy when he was in the mood.
And she needed him to stay in the mood.
