Is it really as good as I read about? Some day, I’m going to have to explore this more. Heather’s head rose slowly, not sure she could trust her ears. Did he mean “okay” he was willing to do this? Or “okay” she could just give up and try to find an indestructible wardrobe? “What does that mean?” she asked. Her body hummed with a wicked mix of arousal and trepidation. She wanted Paxson and Cain, but she didn’t want either of them to regret it in the morning. Moments ago, Pax had had her pressed against the wall, practically making her come, but then he’d pulled back, given them both time to think and now—damn, sometimes she hated being a responsible adult. “It means, okay, I’ll do this.” The edges of her eyes tightened down. “Don’t sound so enthused.” It was Paxson’s turn to smile. He slid his hand down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward, lifting her to her tiptoes and rubbing his hard cock against the vee at the top of her thighs. A wicked shiver zipped into her pussy.
