“Didn’t you sleep?” he asked as he lifted the covers and slid in, already hard.“No, I always listen. I love your show. Even before I knew it was you, your voice seduced me.”He chuckled. “You’re crazy.” But he grinned at the compliment. He wanted to finesse her this morning, make her feel like a queen. The way she made him feel like he could take on the world and win. He grinned to himself, happy with his decision.If he could have Frankie every day, he wouldn’t mind that he’d given up the late-night shift he loved.He could learn to love banter.He would learn to love banter.“Maybe I am crazy, but I love your voice.” She bit her lip. She rolled, and the warm scent of her from beneath the sheet rose to him. “What would you say if I told you I get turned on by listening to you?”“I’d say tell me more.” This was a new one on him. Most women wouldn’t stay up late enough to listen.“The way you talk makes me wet.”His interest spiked. He reached for her, then ran his palm along her flat belly and into her wet heat.
