And I’m happy to show you the rear view of my budgie smugglers—oh wait—you already saw it when you were checking out my ass.

I’ll decide where it ends,” he said.

Kezia could’ve guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men smell so good you just wanted to lick the nearest inch of available...

Then Ben’s mouth descended again and her thoughts, as fickle as tiny fish, swam out of her head. Gentle brushes of his lips turned into more insistent strokes of his mouth. Sexually frustrated widow or...

Pretty, momentarily pleasurable, but with no real substance or sustenance.

I’ll use any means necessary to win.”Her breasts ached at the smoky tone in his voice, like he’d reached out and rolled her nipples between his fingertips.