―I have a good imagination.‖ She shook her head. ―You’re such a pervert.‖ I shrugged. ―Sometimes.‖ I couldn’t deny it, so why even try? Besides, one of the things Rick loved best about me was that I was so…erotically focused. And watching all the slick male muscles bulging and shifting as Rick and Mark grappled on the mats five feet away made me very focused. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and my juices began to flow south. The guys were breathing heavy and grunting as they shuffled around and like Pavlov’s dog my body was reacting. Part of me wanted to strip down and jump between them, but another part of me wanted to don a cloak of invisibility, sit back and watch. Tearing my gaze from the boys, I glanced at the person next to me. There was something wrong with a woman who couldn’t appreciate the view of the two lean, mean, fighting machines in front of us. Mark was tall, blond, and blue eyed. His shaggy hair and casual confidence gave him a deceiving air of lazy seductiveness.
