Becca blew out a sigh, disrupting the filthy fantasy.
A full-face veil wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.
Mr. Jaggard? Arghhhh, again with that unsolicited name? I can’t fuckin’ take it.
Bravely, I forced myself to meet her eyes.
Unbidden, my glance flicked to the skimpy denim shrink-wrapped to Kitten’s thighs.
Back pocket? Man, I wish. Better still, how about front zipper?