Chapter 134 Diana

• His hand dove straight for my zipper, yanking it down with urgent tugs.
• Cool air hit my skin, but his palm was hot as it slid inside, cupping my breast through the sports bra.
• He squeezed hard, thumb rolling my nipple until it pebbled painfully. "Christ, Diana, you're built like a mannequin," he rasped, shoving the bra up to expose me. His mouth latched onto the freed tit, sucking the peak deep, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.