Nothing sensible or wise won out. None of Raegan’s street smarts or even a basic regard for her physical safety was able to overcome the thick, beating desire that consumed every inch of her body. So she prowled to the King, planting one hand on either side of the chair, just as he’d done to her. For good measure, she slid her knee onto the chair’s seat, right between his thighs. “Is this good enough?” Raegan asked him, one eyebrow arched, staring down at him.
Oh my GOD!!! AHHHHHHHHH
