Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves 7)
“What’s up, Prez?”
Nails said nothing. He just poured himself another few fingers of bourbon, and nodded at the hallway leading to his office. Without hesitation or regret, Joker got to his feet, yanked off the condom, and tucked his cock into his jeans. The club slut tumbled to the floor, landing painfully on her bare ass.
“Hey!” she protested shrilly. “What the fuck?”
“Shut up,” Joker growled. “Find someone else.”
“I volunteer as tribute!” Cruz said cheerfully, and right away, her over-painted fire-engine-red sulk flipped up into a boozy smile. “Crawl on over here, honey, and suck me off.”
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