Her handler was hawt. And boy did she want to handle him. Black shirt straining against a muscular chest, faded jeans that hugged him to perfection, and thick black hair that made her fingers itch, he inspired urges to climb onto his body and rub against the dark stubble on his chiseled face. Daisy all but purred. Too bad he couldn’t hear it unless she let him in psychically. She would. Just not yet. First, she wanted some fun. She deserved it. After all these years of him in her head, he owed her. Big-time. Her gaze dropped to his straining zipper. And goodie, goodie, he could bring on the big. She licked her lips. His entire body shuddered. Somewhere deep inside, she recognized that her banshee self, the one with rampant urges and emotions, was in control, but she didn’t pull it back in. The calm part inside her warned to take it easy on him. Even though she’d never seen Sean before, he wasn’t a stranger, a quick lay. That was all she ever wanted, the quick lay. She didn’t need or want a man to stick around.
