In the event we had to spring to action, the bare minimum of clothing was being removed or undone. “Lexie,” he moaned as I cupped his balls through the fabric of his boxer briefs and gently massaged them while giving his penis a few strong pumps as he continued to harden, ...
Detective Michael Riley whispered in my ear as he leaned over the bed, “I’ve got to go to work.” I opened my eyes. Just looking at Michael took my breath away. He stood next to the bed, still buttoning his shirt, his taut, sinewy muscles bunching as his hands moved effortl...