Chapter 35 What About Teresa?

Jaxon pulled into the company’s parking lot with Isla in his car, the two of them practically glued to each other. He leaned in, pressing his lips against her neck, decorating her neck with deliberate kisses. Isla’s hand rested on his thigh, gripping it firmly. Last night, Jaxon had refused to make love to her—the whole mood had shifted after Isla’s mother’s call—but now, he couldn't stop touching her.