Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(84)

“Speaking of passion,” he says against my lips. His hand comes up and grazes against my breast. So freakin’ sensitive nowadays that I can’t help but arch into him. “I’m thinking we could make use of this table right now.”

Yes, please.

“Baby… you know how to say all the right things,” I tell him with a grin and start to work at his belt buckle.

“I know how to do all the right things too,” he assures me as he bats my hands away so he can lift my shirt over my head. “Give me just a minute, and I’ll prove it to you.”

I can’t help but sigh in anticipation.

Yes, please.