Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

My gaping is so effective that my unblinking state of surprise sends my head into another exhausted dizzy spell. I slump further into him. “Ugh.” Rip adjusts his hold on me, and I have to work not to let my neck fall back. “You’re very floppy.” I rest my head against his firm, muscled chest. “You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”