Gerald stared at Lyralei’s departing form, his chest heaving with laughter. His leather pants were pooled around his ankles and his c**k stood out in the open air, hard and throbbing.
He’d never expected her to do that.
When she’d moved toward him with that confident sway in her hips, he’d been caught completely off guard. The way she’d touched his chest, her fingers trailing over his skin like she owned him. The teasing in her voice when she’d asked why he was so hard.
Then she’d bolted. And he’d tried to chase after her.
That’s when he realized what she’d done.
Somehow, in those few seconds when she’d been close to him, she’d hooked her fingers into his waistband and yanked his pants down. He’d been so focused on her face, her body, the scent of her that he hadn’t even noticed until
