FIFTEEN
The back of her hand fell to her sticky forehead and while she blinked to clear her spotty vision, she saw Trick there, still above her, grinning.
“I’m feeling pretty good right now,” she panted. “Please don’t make fun of me.”
But his grin only got bigger. “You said you were gonna be no good… that was the best damn lay I ever had.”
Letting herself smile and feel satisfaction collide with relief, Lyla was consumed by the positive endorphins that made her feel like she could do anything, like she was the most powerful woman in the world.
Bowing lower, Trick was about to kiss her, so she moistened her lips. Except the suite door opened and they both turned to see that the bedroom door was still ajar.
“Damn,” Trick said and leapt off her to run to the door. He slammed it just as
