Silver Elite

by Dani Francis

When you’re petrified on a daily basis as a child, there aren’t many things left to fear as an adult. Except, perhaps, awkward conversations. I would rather fight a cougar barehanded than subject myself to an uncomfortable exchange. Truly.

“This mouth,” he warns, his thumb scraping the seam of my lips until it reaches the cut in the corner, “is going to get you in trouble, Dove.”

“I’m not like this with women,” he mutters. “I don’t chase. I don’t fucking beg.” He groans. “But you … You make me want to break down your defenses.”

“I need to know what you taste like. Let me have it, Dove.” I lick my lips, and he groans again. “Let me. Fucking. Have it.”

“You sent him away?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because he touched you this morning.”