Even though he’d showered, her sweet, tangy taste was still in his mouth and his nostrils. He liked it that way. He wanted to remember her scent. His dick was hard as marble just thinking about how he’d ravished her with his tongue. Now that he’d had a taste of her, he wanted more. He’d tried to ignore the uncontrollable lust he had for her, but just like everything else in life, when he was passionate about something, he had to let it run its course. Marlowe Jones was no exception. He would have her, and he would make her enjoy every minute of it. The only problem was he might lose himself in the process. Marlowe responded like a tigress in heat every time he touched her. It played havoc with his ego and his erection. He had to be careful around that one. She was a danger to his self-control. He walked into the kitchen to see what Cook had prepared for dinner. She’d left something wrapped in foil warming in the oven. Beef Enchiladas with beans and rice. Hell, Marlowe wasn’t the dangerous one.
