Robyn
Am I crazy? I think I might be crazy.
Or a nymphomaniac. Because I just couldn't seem to get enough of these guys.
I knelt and kept my face lowered, but I was watching Jack under my eyelashes, I watched the way his eyes blazed with excitement and passion, and I felt my own heat build in response. Because I did that. I put that hunger in his eyes.
“I seem to remember that I owe you a punishment, baby girl.”
I felt warmth flushing through my cheeks. He threw off the blankets entirely, baring his body to my gaze. He was so different from Phoenix, and yet, so incredibly perfect, from the hair liberally sprinkled across his chest, until it narrowed into a little arrow pointing to his belly button. And then it picked up again, a perfect, sparse, happy trail, leading to his la
