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by Allan, Sydney


  "Nothing."

  "That's some strong ass wine," she explained.

  "That's some strong language."

  "I'm not in grade school anymore, ya know."

  His gaze heated. "Believe me. I know that."

  She drew back, realizing she had been leaning against him. "Can I have my glass now?"

  "No. I think you've had enough."

  "Who are you? My damn mother?"

  "No. I'm your friend."

  "Oh, God, not that. I know all about you and your friends."

  "You know all about it, eh?" he asked with a laugh. He was enjoying this conversation way too much.

  "What the hell is so funny?"

  "Nothing."

  "You're laughing."

  "Okay, okay." He threw up his arms in surrender. "I'm laughing. You're funny, you little spitfire."

  "You're not. You big...you..." She couldn't think of a word that summed him up. He was the epitome of contradictions. Gorgeous, a pain in the ass, funny, a pain in the ass, smart, sexy...her body heated even more as her gaze settled on his mouth, surrounded by a day's worth of stubble. Yup, she was feeling alive, all right. Alive and hot.

  He moved closer, and her heart shuddered.

  "I'm what?" he asked.

  "Nothing."

  He shook his head. "If two glasses of wine can't even loosen you up, what will?"

  "What are you talking about? I'm as loose as a goose." She lobbed her head, rolled it from side to side, then shrugged her shoulders up and down several times. "See? I couldn't get any looser."

  "That's not what I meant."

  "What'd you mean, then?"

  "I thought you might be more honest with a couple glasses of wine warming your belly. More honest with yourself and with me."

  "I am. Hell, I was just noticing how sexy your mouth is." She smiled. Had she just said that? "See? Honest."

  "Hmmm. Honest, all right. My mouth? Sexy?"

  "Hell, yes. Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

  "Nope."

  "Damn shame."

  "What else are you thinking?" He asked, his smoldering gaze making her temperature spike.

  About Sydney

  Sydney Allan is the alter-ego of erotic romance author Tawny Taylor. Like Tawny’s books, Sydney’s stories are sassy, and sometimes sensuous. The biggest difference--Tawny’s characters get to play in dungeons. But that doesn’t mean they get to have all the fun...

  Sydney, an animal lover, has fostered dozens of stray and neglected animals for the Michigan Humane Society, and is currently proud parent to three rescued dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and several toads.

  Sydney’s website

  Also By Sydney

  Rescue Me

  About Monday (writing as Tami Dane)

  Raphaela’s Gift

 

 

 


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