Leslie leaned in, her body soft and pliant as she rested right against Broderick's side.
She nestled against his shoulder, lips brushing close to his ear as she murmured, "Ricky, when we get home later, I want to..."
Her breath was warm and carried a faint scent of wine mingled with her fragrance-it tickled as it swept past his ear, making him reflexively flinch.
Before Leslie could finish, Broderick's face darkened instantly. He jerked away and cut her off cold, "Don't even think about it."
Leslie burst out laughing the moment she saw the slight pink rise on his cheeks.
"Hahaha, Ricky, what are you thinking? Something not-so-PG running through your head, huh?"
Her eyes curled into crescents as she laughed, entirely too pleased.
Broderick's expression darkened furthe
