Night Out: Part V
“I’m sorry. What did you say the name on the reservation was?” the little bastard mumbled absently as his focus shifted back to Zoe’s generous cleavage while the woman that every man within a twenty-foot radius was hungrily devouring with his eyes reached up to push her hair back and-
“Bradford,” Trevor bit out with a glare at the asshole who groaned when the move caused the large breasts that no other man had a fucking right to look at… Read More