Are you trying to seduce me or something?” His laugh is pure sin. It runs a soft touch down my body before settling between my legs. The involuntary clench that follows makes me breathless and annoyed all in one. “If I was trying to seduce you, Anna, you wouldn’t be thinking so hard,” he coos. I nearly moan. The realization of how easy it’s become for this man to turn me into a horndog is enough to relieve me from the effects of his words.
