He leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Is there any other tension I can relieve for you, cher? I am willing and most certainly able.
I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.
Have I told you that you are my every dream?" Her eyes shimmered. Her voice went smoky with emotion. "Not recently.
Detective, any warm-blooded male with a pulse would have his hand on your glorious ass. May I?" "Knock yourself out." His fingertips sketched over that tight sheen of Lycra before cupping a taut globe for a squeeze. "What kind of workout do you do to...
Let's make this a slow ride, shall we?" The deep purr of her voice brought a sassy grin to his face. The long slant of his eyes grew languid. "You have the reins, cher. You can whip me with them if you like.
