“
Hi, beautiful. God, you taste good.”
I glow with pleasure at his compliment. “It’s the cocktail. Between the Sheets, it’s
called.”
He raises one eyebrow. “Oh, really? And is it good, Between the Sheets?” His hand
slides down to my bum, squeezing gently.
I grin at his double entendre. “I have no complaints.
”
”