“Sorry. I couldn’t resist,” Lorenzo says loudly, making them giggle. I stand up and turn so our chests are touching. “No need to apologize, baby.” My voice has a huskiness to it that I don’t recognize. Based on the way his nostrils flare, Lorenzo either loves or hates the sexy rasp as much as his nickname. I brush my hand down his chest. “But next time don’t hold back. I promise I can take it.” And that right there is how I helped Lorenzo secure the Smut Club readers’ vote.
