Afterwards, we lay together. Soft snores escape Denali’s lips while my fingers run through her hair. Sighing, I take in her sleeping form and once again find myself wondering how I got so lucky to have her come into my life after I was so sure that there was no way we could ever be together again. B
[Rosco’s POV]“Is there something important you’re waiting for?”Frowning, I examine Charlie as he smirks at me. What the fuck was he doing, giving me that creepy face? Didn't he know he looked like a damn creeper?“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles when I grimace, not bothering to hide my di
[Denali’s POV]I hang up the phone and look around the room, trying to see exactly what I should pack. Although I was slightly uneasy about Rosco’s sudden phone call and then his insisting that we go somewhere for a week, who was I to argue with his decision?Sighing, I move toward the dresser and p
“Not even that.”Feeling a wave of relief rush through me, I turn and watch Rosco make his way toward us with a look of annoyance on his face.“We’re nothing more than business acquaintances,” he continues, reaching out and wrapping an arm around me, and while I let out a gasp of shock over his sudd
[Denali’s POV]Rosco’s hand pushes between my legs, and his fingers press against my pussy, causing an embarrassing moan to escape me.“Rosco,” I whimper, clawing his shoulders. “What are you doing?”“Punishing you,” he husks, pressing harder so that his fingers push between my folds despite my pant
Nodding, I grasp Rosco’s shoulders to support myself and begin to move.“Please,” I whisper, trying to ignore the desperate need I feel. “Please, can I cum?”“What was that?” He asks, sliding his hands from my hips to my ass so that he can give it a squeeze. “I can’t hear you.”Shit. He really wasn’
[Denali’s POV] I stare down at the ingredients in front of me. Since Rosco left for work that morning, I was pouring my heart and soul into this dinner. Due to Nadia’s sudden arrival, I didn’t get to cook for him, so I was going to make up for it tonight by planning the perfect evening and then giv
“Dessert?” Rosco repeats, raising a brow. “Does it have anything to do with the way you’re dressed?” “Maybe,” I respond, feeling my core twitch in anticipation. “But you have to finish with dinner first.” At my words, Rosco quickly finishes off his second portion of stew. When he finishes, he push