‘Getting a good look?’ she said, her voice surprisingly low and sultry. Wilder’s gaze darkened with desire. ‘I want to do more than look,’ he half growled. He came to her side once more, under the guise of helping her line her cue up to the striker. ‘I’d fuck you right on this table if I could.’ ‘So do it, Warsword,’ Thea said brazenly. ‘Didn’t realise you liked an audience, Princess.’ ‘You’re big enough and mean enough to make them leave.’ ‘I am. But I won’t.’
