Chapter 11
“‘I really like your mouth.’
Aaron gave a strangled laugh and dropped his temple to hers. ‘Don’t say stuff like that. It makes me want to use it on every inch of you.’
‘Oh, God.’ Gemma closed her eyes and rode out the blast of l**t that shot through her. ‘Don’t say stuff like that. It makes me want to let you.’
‘How do you want to proceed with this?’ he asked.
Straight to your bed. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200. She swallowed. ‘Carefully, I think. Very carefully.’”
Satisfied with the take, Emerson stopped recording, saved the file, and tugged off her headphones. One more session ought to get this one done. But first, a break with Mooch and maybe a snack.
Flipping the switch that controlled the On Air light outside, she opened the door to her recording booth. A glor
