Mature Content 18+. Skip the chapter if you are uncomfortable with smut.
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"What do you think you are doing?" Daisy finally let out a breath and turned to look at Ryle after she hung up the call.
The man's hand was still resting inside the blanket, sliding up and down her breasts.
Daisy's face turned to a deeper shade of red, ''I almost…'' she trailed off.
''You almost what?" Ryle finally looked up at her with a questioning look on his face.
Under the dim light, his hazel eyes were sparkling like whiskey. His messy hair, his squinted eyes shrouded him in a charming air. Daisy's gaze trailed off to his lips for a moment before she looked back into his eyes and said.
''I almost moaned on the call,'' she averted her gaze.
Ryle chuckled, ''I have confidence in you, sweetheart. I know how much you can take if you try to,'' his suggestive words were backed up by his consequent actions.
