Happy Hour: From The Black & White Collection - Plot & Excerpts
“Never wanted to play around there?” he clarified and she grinned. “Let’s just say I’ve never had an offer.” He wiggled his finger and she was surprised by the dark, but definitely intriguing, sensations that touch provoked. He bent down to kiss her cheek, his lips moving slowly toward her ear. His breath was hot when he whispered. “I’m offering.” She was motionless for several seconds before she remembered to start breathing again. “What would that offer entail?” She needed details. “Tonight it would involve just my finger. You aren’t ready for anything more than that.” His words were a challenge whether he realized it or not. There was a small, impractical part of her that always reared up whenever someone told her there was something she couldn’t do. Drew used to tell her she was going to get herself killed with her recklessness when she was younger, but she was fairly Mari Carr certain anal sex didn’t fall into that life-threatening category. She’d thought motherhood had calmed the daredevil inside, but that didn’t appear to be true.
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