Sin Bin (D.C. Stars, #5)

by Chelsea Curto

“I could go for two fingers,” I murmur, looking at him over my shoulder. When I do, I catch his eyes moving away from my ass. There’s a guilty expression

pulling at his lips. “Maybe three. I bet I could take it.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“My name is Brody, sweetheart. Try to get it right next time.”