April 3, 2017 by dellanioakes
“Zoe,” his voice caught in his throat.
She couldn’t answer, a soft moan escaped her parted lips. Pushing his hand lower, she pressed his fingers against her, rotating her hips slowly. His turn to moan as the friction of her body caressed his.
“I should go….” He made a halfhearted attempt to pull away.
Zoe held his leg in a vice grip. “You leave now, Rhett Archer, and I swear to God I’ll shoot you before you reach the door,” she growled.
He laughed seductively, nuzzling her neck, his teeth nipping her ear. “Bet you can’t even shoot straight.”
She chuckled, backing up so he was trapped between her body and the cabinets. “My daddy taught me how to shoot before I could talk. You think I can’t spit you?”
“Mm…. got a point there.”
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