He takes a couple steps in a safe direction. “Daisy…” Julian says. “Play with me.” It sounds like an order. Ryke grips Daisy by the waist and flips her right-side-up, her body meshes with his, sliding down his chest slowly before her feet touch the ground. She breathes heavily, her lips parted. Ryke has a way with women. There’s no denying that. He fixes her shirt that rides up her stomach. “What do you want?” She swallows hard like she’s never been asked that before. And then she shrugs.
