The Biker's Rules
My free hand moves to my lower region. I bite my lip as I slip a finger through my fold — just to get the feel of it. I almost scream.
Damn. Good thing I’m biting that lip.
I smirk secretly, thinking that Damion will make a fortune writing books like ‘Cockiness 101’ or ‘Getting Laid For Dummies’. No, wait, ‘The Smile That Drops Panties’.
“Sorry, the what?” he chuckles softly, and I curse my freaking mouth for not using its filter again.