Raven’s P.O.V.
Jojo strolled in, carefree, confident—absolutely f*****g gorgeous—her laugh carrying effortlessly across the room, like a melody I couldn’t stop listening to. Damn her for looking so damn good tonight. The tight black dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, and her smile—God, her smile. It was like she had no idea what effect she had on a simple man like me. And all this time, the same thoughts kept running through my mind on repeat.
I shouldn’t be looking at her.
I shouldn’t be wanting her.
I shouldn’t be craving her!
And even though I kept repeating those thoughts in my head, my d**k paid zero attention to my mind, because it only wanted Jojo.
It wanted to look at her
It wanted her
And it was craving to f**k her.
Adam leaned in slightly, his gaze
