Victor Morgan forcefully parted Jessie Sterling's lips, plundering her mouth without restraint.
He claimed every inch of her mouth as his own.
For a moment, the car was filled with nothing but heavy panting.
By the time they finished, Jessie Sterling had crumpled the fabric of Victor Morgan's shirt in her grasp.
Victor Morgan lowered his head and nibbled on Jessie Sterling's ear. He whispered something, his words followed by a short, breathy chuckle.
Jessie Sterling's face instantly flushed crimson.
She mumbled a few words, shot Victor Morgan a glare, and retreated to her seat, refusing to look at the man in the driver's seat.
Victor Morgan couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.
Jessie Sterling had just called him sanctimonious. 'Besides "prudish," this is the first time in my thirty years I've ever received such a critique.'
'And both from Jessie Sterling, of course.'
'Although, looking at things now, it seems her assessment of me isn't entirely without merit.'
