“Never let it be said a Jac…Jake is insensitive to his guest’s desires.” In a move straight from a cheesy romance movie, he swooped down and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry instead of the traditional embrace.
Her head spun as blood rushed to her brain. Sondra giggled and shrieked, trying to escape his firm clutches as he strode through the apartment. From her vantage point, she could see the wainscoting on the lower parts of the walls, the famous logo on his expensive sneakers, and the cleft of his buttocks outlined in denim. Her gaze focused there, and her panties were soaked by the time he dropped her gently onto a massive bed.
Sprawling there, and making no move to put her legs together, she grinned up at him. “This bed is bigger than my apartment, Jake.”
He laughed. “We’re going to need every inch so I can do all the wicked things playing through my mind.”
She licked her lips. “That sounds naughty.” Patting the bed beside her, she said, “Tell me more.”