A Silent Comfort

DECLAN

I toss the pen onto my heavy oak desk and lean back, the leather chair groaning under my weight. Stacks of pack reports sit ignored in front of me. I drag a hand down my face, but I can't scrub away the lingering sensation of her soft skin. My thoughts keep dragging me back to Little Miss Trouble. She feels so damn good. The memory of her curves pressing back against me, the helpless littl