THE NEXT MORNING BROUGHT IN MILD WINDS, blue skies, and smoldering dilemma to Tonya. An hour after waking up cozy inside Spitfire’s arms and another one riding a Metro train with him and Jen, led her to being seated inside an unfamiliar Chinese Restaurant.
She chewed her lips when a sweet sound tried to escape her mouth. Her skin was tingling and very sensitive all over that she could even feel the smallest dent of her lace thong against her skin. The tablecloth under her fingers felt like velvet although it was satin and she knew why. It was because of Fire -- his sinfully hot mouth to be exact that he had leisurely dragged over every inch of her last night.
‘Oh, good heavens...’ Tonya shifted on her seat when her center responded to his presence. Casually, she lifted her cup from
