DIRTY DADDIES
CHAPTER 2: THEIR REVENGE P**N
TESSA’S POV
“Jesus Christ,” Bash breathed, his hands skimming up my bare sides. “You are fucking perfect, Tessa.”
Cole’s eyes darkened. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra with a single, practiced flick.
My breasts spilled free, and the cool air made my nipples pull into tight, aching points.
Bash groaned, his hands covering them, his thumbs rubbing slow, torturous circles.