Teaser Excerpt from VERY WICKED THINGS I got out of the shower and dressed hurriedly, anxious to get back to Cuba. The door opened, and like he did it every single day, he stepped inside the steamy bathroom. “Think I need a shower, too,” he said, his fingers easing off his football practice shirt. What? Now? Trying to play it cool and failing miserably, I moved my eyes off his naked chest and checked out his track pants and the obvious bulge he sported. Oh. Did his lower body match the rest of him? Was it all sinewy muscle and big? Just, yeah. That thought got stuck in my head and went round and round. “You staying?” he asked, a grin working his face. Pleased at my open admiration, probably. “No,” I said, but made no move to go. ‘Cause I had no shame when it came to catching a… Read more »
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