“There would be hissed banter through gritted teeth. An absurd amount of heavy breathing that would make the reader wonder if either of us has had a Tic Tac lately.” “And then?” Fucking. No way would it be making love. It would be rough, raw, and carnal. His hand clasped over my mouth to keep me from making a sound as he gathered my evening gown at my waist. There would be seductive taunts about how wet I was. How much our little game of cat-and-mouse turned both of us on.
