Getting Even
Claudia
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but if you ask me, that's a load of bull. Hands down, that gold-lined path travels through his libido.
I should know. Right now, I'm practically dying of embarrassment as I sit in a north Atlanta restaurant with the man of my dreams, Adam Hart. I'm trying to look nonchalant beside him in our booth, sipping a margarita through a straw, while Adam has his hand between my legs. His fingers tickle my skin as they inch farther up my thighs.
"Adam," I admonish playfully as his fingers skirt my panties. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation."
"Don't I look serious to you?"
He does look serious — which is exactly the problem.
He is entirely too serious about this naughty bit of foreplay. "Sweetheart, you know how much I love this, but —"
"What, this?"
My eyelids flutter as he strokes my nub.
"Mmm," I moan softly. Then look up in horror as the waiter appears at our table. My face flames, and I wonder if my pale brown skin registers any blush of my embarrassment. I squeeze my legs together, but that d ... read full excerpt from: Getting Even ebook
