Chapter Seven

Beckett

When I get out of the shower, my cock is still hard as granite, refusing to jerk off to the image of Harlow on her knees before me.

I may be an asshole sometimes, but the girl has clearly been through hell, and beating off to mental images of her just didn’t sit right with me, not when I’m trying to convince her that there don’t always have to be strings attached to people’s kindness.

Wit