Focus was difficult. Not enough time had gone by to rid the buzz from the alcohol he drank. If he had her strength, Diego might've ripped off her clothes or at least his own. Jessica mentioned going upstairs again which registered in his head as where she'd give him what he desperately wanted.

"Fine. Upstairs. Now," he grumbled as she stopped stroking him over his clothes and slid her hand to grip his length. A choked groan rumbled into her mouth as she kissed him. His eyes closed, enjoying her taste and stroke.