Being Danny Messer's girlfriend, you could never have too many panties on hand, especially on days when skirts are worn.
Danny has a thing about clothing, and her wearing too many on their days off. Especially when they go out on a date and she wears a skirt. Skirts really get her in trouble.
Like right now. They were in the back of a cab, his trench coat draped over them, the cocktail dress she wore pushed up her thighs, her panties shredded and waded in his pocket, their tongues dueling for domaniance and his fingers deeply inside her.
He swallowed the moan signaling her satisfaction, then he placed light kisses on her face til he got to her ear, "Next time I'm gonna be in ya," he promised, kissing her neck again.
"You're damn right you will be," she agreed, grabbing his face and kissing him again.
Being Danny Messer's girlfriend was a damn good thing.