BELLA
Lying on my back next to Brutus Maximus, I smelled the scent of pink grapefruit, which seemed as out of place as a lake trout playing Balderdash. I told myself to listen to the sound of crickets singing outside. Soothing. Peaceful. Sleep-inducing. But that scent filled my nostrils. It had to be rising off of his skin, and it had my mind galloping.
There was no way I could sleep right now.
It was all wrong to have naughty thoughts about a guy hired to deliver me to the hands of my enemy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on my a*s.
Spanking me.
Good Lord.
Flaying my emotions apart with his huge hand. Delivering me from worry, and sparking something to life down there.
Apparently the pleasure palace between my thighs refused to let the memory of his improperly firm han
