A Date with the Milf (2)

With no other options, she stormed up behind him, placed both hands on his back, and started shoving him forward like a pissed-off maid escorting a drunk noble out of a brothel.

"Come on..."

She muttered, her face still burning.

"It's only been five minutes since we left the house, and you're already teasing this old woman? How fucking shameless."

Artis just grinned.

Took one slow, leisurely step forward.

Then another.

Then another.

And then he leaned back slightly and whispered.

"Why? Can't a man tease his woman…?"

Artis flashed his signature shit-eating grin, the kind that made women swoon and men want to punch him in the dick.

Juliana's entire body tensed.

She gritted her teeth, her face burning hotter than a furnace.

Because—dammit—why did his words always work on her?!

Why did every single filthy, cocky, insufferable thing that came out of his mouth send a jolt of heat straight to her core?