He is the ex-baller and reformed player who wants her.
It is pulsing between them, the sexual energy reaching for each other, seeking to entwine
Let the pursuit begin.
NOTE: Standalone novel, no cliffhanger, dual POV.
I stroked his leg under the table with my foot. “Oh,” I moaned, making my voice airy and breathless. “Is the food orgasmic?”
He smiled, a curve of his sculpted mouth. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
Yes, I did. I took great pleasure in watching him squirm when I gave him blue veined throbbers out in public. And I found it especially amusing when he told me he pictured playing mini golf with his grandmother whenever he had to tame the rumbling in his loins.
“Why?” I lowered my voice and feigned innocence. “Do you have a hard-on right now?”
Grinning with just enough arrogance to make him look sexy, he reclined in his seat and said coolly, “Nah. That’s my dick normally. Huge, right?”
“You poor thing.” My shoulders lifted with laughter. “Is your stiffy giving you a hernia?
Don’t worry, all you need to do is tuck and duck and I’ll try not to laugh.”
“Miss Frost,” he chided