I knew Gardenia was a wildcat the first time I laid eyes on her. Those vivid green eyes were practically throwing off sparks, and whenever she dodged a question in our sessions, she got these two satisfied spots of color burning high on her cheeks.
Pretty sure I've been hard ever since. It's a miracle I get anything done.
"There she is." I know the exact moment that Gardenia's adjusted to the feeling of me plunging into her body. Because her eyes sharpen and her fingers dig into my arms, and then she's lunging up, tossing me onto my back.
I keep on rolling. Get her under me again. She wants a fight, not a man who gives up too easily. I spread her legs wider and f**k her harder, pounding into her heat.
And god, she's heaven. So tight and warm and wet. If anything's going to distract me,
