Shaken Not Stirred (The Lucky Shamrock #2)

DONOVAN

Ilooked down at my hand, which right then was grasping my dick, and examined how hard it had gotten. After last night, I was shocked to shit that The General had been able to rear his head again, especially since we’d fucked twice more over the course of the night.

I assumed The General would lie low for at least twenty-four hours, but just listening to Posy singing along to Mariah Carey in the shower had made him stir with interest, and against all odds, he was raring to get back on maneuvers because my woman was just that smoking hot.

Her face and body were so fucking incredible that just the thought of her in my bed gave me a half-chub.