Thomas barked at Josh as they walked down the hall, heading outside. “She’s taken.” “She doesn’t act like she’s taken. Besides, I didn’t do anything.” At least he didn’t get to finish anything. He’d wanted to rip her dress off, throw her on the bed, and shove his cock in every hole she had. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t have been doing anything with her, but she was so damned responsive. There was just something about her, something inside him that wanted to give her whatever she wanted. He’d love nothing more than to feel her come. He’d had every intention of making her come many times before he was finished, before he thrust his cock inside her and sought his own release in that very tight pussy of hers. “Don’t give me that shit, Josh. I can smell her on you. It’s underneath the soap you used to try and cover up where your hands were, but my senses are much stronger than you give me credit for.” “Look, Dad—” “No, you look, Josh.
