Page 2 (2/2)

Mac laughed “Harley had a telassone Sunday an locked hiirl”

“And did he get the kiss?” Sable sed pattern from his limb to his hand

Harley went still beside her and the rooue in the center of his palm and peered up at him “Well?”

“Yeah,” Harley rasped, his voice thick with longing “He got the kiss that mattered”

“I don’t think he’s talking about Draegan now” Mac placed his knee on the bed and leaned forward He grabbed her ankle and dragged her body to the edge of the bed

“I wasn’t”

She are of Harley behind her, lifting his hips, shifting his weight from one side to the other as he shucked his underwear

Her heartbeat quickened as she watched Mac His hair was short but thick and the natural auburn waves gave his style extra voluers in a mess of those locks as he fed her passion and fueled his lust

As her fantasies ran wild, Mac flipped her over and the sudden jar gave her a quick glimpse of reality

These ht They weren’t there for chane, roses, and romance

They were there for the physical aspect—the sex, the reckless fucking And while she had an agenda, they certainly possessed their own

She’d suy and now she wasn’t sure she could handle what she’d first initiated She sed back the edge of nervousness, hoping her lips didn’t quiver and her eyes didn’t water

Steady, shebreath

She could back out at any given ti else

This was her show, her game She could set the rules or break them