Blackmailing the Virgin

By: Alexa Riley

“All better?” I ask as his mouth trails down my neck.

“We need a new gardener,” he says lazily.

“I don’t know. I’m thinking of hiring Ben back if this is what happens every time he hits on me.” Calder growls again, and I laugh, clenching my pussy around him at the same time.

My laugh turns into a plea as he shows me all over again what a jealous caveman he can be. Life is very, very good.