Take a Hint, Dani Brown (The Brown Sisters, #2)

by Talia Hibbert

But Zaf knew exactly what his brother would say if he saw his wife now. There she is, the one who puts the moon to shame.

oh so i’m crying?

So she murmured the tragic truth with a teasing smile. “Too much bed discussion could tip me over the edge. Next thing you know, I’ll be ravishing you on this undoubtedly unsanitary carpet.” Apparently, he hadn’t expected that, because for a moment, his face was blank as a new Word document. Dani bit her lip, wondering how he’d respond, and barely noticed the increase in whispers from their excitable observers at the next desk. Then Zaf’s surprise melted into an expression she could only call hunger. Without warning, he grabbed the leg of her chair and jerked it—jerked Dani—closer. The breath left her lungs, and by the time she remembered how to inhale again, her seat was trapped, sideways, between his spread thighs. His arm rested over the back of the chair, and she felt its heat against her shoulders. His mouth was perilously close to her cheek, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough and changed, and it rasped over her skin the way his hands would. “Tell me what it is you want from me, Danika. Explain it to me. Slow.”

SIR???? 🥵🏃‍♀️

“Nope,” he muttered under his breath. “What we’re not going to do is swing straight from horny to depressed.”

and i say that every day 😔✊🏻