Daniel.
I swear I’m four seconds from grabbing those t**s—heavy, straining against her blouse, n*****s faintly outlined, begging for my mouth.
I’m starved, ravenous; I want to squeeze them hard, suck until she’s gasping, milk every drop of restraint from her.
“What about your husband, Ms. Harper?” I ask the second we pull into her driveway, engine ticking cool.
I know she’s single, but I need it confirmed—no interruptions.
“Oh, Dannie…” She scoffs, a soft laugh that makes her chest rise. “I guess you’re the only one who missed the memo—I’m single.”
Of course I knew. I’d still take her even if she weren’t.
“Must’ve slipped past me,” I lie smoothly as she gestures toward the front door.
Minutes later, she’s pointing out the busted pipe in the bathroom—tight space, steam still linge
