The Devil’s Game
Bernard's eyes raked over her… her skin, her curves, the black lace bra and underwear she was wearing.
"Fuck," he breathed.
His hands moved to her back, running up her spine until he found the hook of her bra. He undid it with practiced ease.
Gianna gasped as the cold air hit her skin, her nipples hardening instantly.
She let the bra fall to the floor.
Bernard didn't wait. He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up.
Gianna wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and captured his lips with hers again.