“Even his name is sexy.” My eyes briefly closed. “I know.” “Do you know what I see when I look at him?” “I can’t wait to hear this.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Handcuffs. Dirty sex. Waking up in the morning with his face between your legs.” She lowered her voice, finally whispering, “That man has dominance written all over him.” I wondered if she could sense how sweaty I was getting. How it only added to the hotness Ford had already built.
