Bab 257: Second Breakfast

Dane

Then he saw it, she'd been wearing his wedding ring on a chain around her neck, and it swung there, between her breasts. And for some reason that almost sent him over the edge of everything.

"Fuck. Fuck. Lila… shit."

"Such a potty mouth." She smiled without opening her eyes, then slid one of her own hands up to push one of her breasts up and forward, towards him. With another muttered curse, Dane grabbed her hips and began to rock faster, then curled up and forward to latch onto the hardened peak she offered.