Fiona Cole

He fluttered his lashes and put on a woman’s breathy voice. “Callum’s eyes are so blue. They’re so bright.”

I laughed. “Jealous?”

“Yeah right. I satisfy my wife plenty. You’re just an enigma.”

“I have paperwork calling my name,”

“So,” Jackson started. “Best pretend sex you’ve ever had?”

“You weren’t supposed to actually lick me,” I reprimanded with little heat.

“I had to at least have a taste. Your wetness was too alluring.”

“Stop,” I laughed and slapped his arm.

“I won’t do it again. No matter how wet your pussy gets against my chin.”