“Give me a clue,” I demanded, wriggling. “Is it a fruit or a vegetable?” “Fruit,” he said stoically. Pear? Passionfruit? Guava? “Give me another clue.” The weight of him was delicious. To the point my mouth watered, my nipples puckered, and I was ninety-nine percent sure I was on the verge of a mini-orgasm. “Nice try. You didn’t deserve the first one.”
