You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Hmm. Not much, a little." Joyce threw herself into Luther's arms.

She staggered and tried to get up.

However, she could feel no strength in her feet, and how strong the alcohol must be?

"A little?" Luther's handsome eyebrows tangled in annoyance, "Otis forced you to drink?"

She smelt just like alcohol, and it was by no means just a little?

This woman...

She had just been constantly making troubles. What a troublemaker! He took the mink shawl in her hand as well as her handbag, put an arm around her bare shoulders, and helped her towards the car. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He looked around, and luckily no one was there. He didn't want anyone to see her now.

Her cheeks flushed, and the bewilderment in her eyes even further added to her sexiness. He simply could not take his eyes off the woman.

her seat belt.

limbs, Joyce felt her head

made her give a low sigh in comfort. When he was driving, Luther caught a glance at the scenery below her collar and he choked a bit. His heart missed a beat, and he quickly reached

around.” He

you hot? You're wearing so much?" Joyce's eyes were misty. Her long and slender white arm was smoothly put on his shoulder and hooked his neck, and she climbed over

she was like this? It was

He felt helpless and he couldn't

narrowed her eyes and stared at his

gulp

it off. You must

his suit relentlessly, and she felt hot for him just when she

simply had

He was speechless.

this woman get so crazy when she

pounds worth of Spade A and then she was more than just drunk.

him, pulling at his clothes, leaving

he had to do as she said and took off