“When he’s gone, I turn around to ask Olivia if she’s all right, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting a little show of gratitude. Perhaps with her mouth, hopefully with her hands – and just maybe if she’s really grateful, she’ll bring some hip-grinding action into the equation. She gives me some mouth, all right. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Her hands are on her hips, her cheeks are flushed and she’s livid. Cock-stirringly stunning – but absolutely furious. “Do.”
