S** Tape
Her breath hitched as she watched him pull his t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion and toss it aside.
His chest was golden and broad under the soft light of the dressing room, every muscle hard and defined. Then he leaned back in his chair again, his eyes locked on her as he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock.
Vivienne’s breath caught at the sight of it, thick and firm in his hand, already glistening at the tip.
She couldn’t look away.
“Don’t stop now,” Knox said, pumping himself slowly as he picked up the phone again. His eyes were heavy-lidded and dark with hunger.