*Archie Donovan*

Spending the day at the beach with Rosie was nothing but torture. Watching her in that bikini, her golden skin glowing under the sun, and the French tattoo on her ribs marking her like a painting made me have ideas I shouldn’t be having about her.

Her skin seemed so soft, all I wanted to do was brush my fingers over it and squeeze it until I got a moan out of her throat.

Last night had almost been the final drop for me. When she straddled me like ...