Sixty.

Zane

Her laugh was like music to my ears. It didn’t happen often, at least not a genuine laugh. I could count on one hand how many times I had heard her laugh properly and even then I wouldn’t need to use every digit.

Pinning her to the wall, she lifts her legs around my hips. I study her for a moment. “Is that what I need to do to get you to laugh, little wolf? I need to fall over.”

“No,” Her caramel eyes focus on mine as she shakes her head. Her lips part a little as she takes a deep breath. I knew she wanted me to kiss her. To taste her. To run my tongue across her entire body, but she just studies me just as I studied her.

Her fingers move to the buttons of my shirt yet she keeps her eyes locked on mine. One by one, Willow unfastens each one in a tantalising slow motion. Every few seconds the tips of her nails would catch my skin.

My dick was painful against my zipper, desperate to slide itself inside her sweet little pussy.

Forcing her hand between us, she cups my swollen cock.