MARISSA VANDERSON
"I can handle it."
"Literally?"
Dane grinned. "Very funny."
Marissa looked at his boxers. His hard-on tented the material. Boldly, she stroked him through the boxers and smiled when his shaft jumped at her touch. "It's your turn, Dane. Then mine again."
His brow lifted. "Again?"
"Is there an orgasm limit?"
"Hell, no."
She reached inside his boxer shorts and grasped the smooth, hard flesh of his cock. She wondered how it would feel in her mouth, if Dane would get as much pleasure from oral sex as she had. She grabbed the top of his boxers and tugged them down.
"Dane!" Tuesday's voice sounded panicked from the other side of the door. He pounded a fist against the thin wood. "You better get out here, man."
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DANE SINCLAIR
DANE TOSSED THE sheets over Marissa and leapt from the bed, his heart pounding. What fresh hell had descended upon them now? He pulled open the door and blinked.
Tuesday was covered in....
