"You naughty girl..." he murmured to himself, savoring another spicy drag on his cigarette as Christie sent a couple balls tumbling into another pocket, giving her competitor a great view of her unbound breasts in the process. His blond brows lifted in surprise as she looked up into his face while wearing one of the most innocent smiles she could create. But dancing in her storm gray eyes was that little spark. The one Jacob saw when she'd ease up behind him while he shaved in the morning, tentatively slipping an arm around his waist to gently caress his stiffening c**k as their eyes met in the mirror. It was there every time she'd straddle his lap, sitting perfectly still while she delighted in the firm pressure of his erection against her drenched flesh. Now, that same sultry expression
