Chapter 20
- They barely got inside the house before Tripp had his hands all over his wife— a hand moved to her nape, fisting her hair tightly in his grasp as he pressed her against the door.
- “Should I stop?” His voice was pure sex—deep and husky. His warm breathing fanned her face as he forcibly craned her to move closer, look her in the eye that showed so much eagerness.
- “Don’t,” she said breathlessly.