The Stakeout

"I didn't know I could get any wetter," I said.

"Baby," he said.

I had a vision of him picking me up, throwing me down on a bed so hard I bounced, tying me to a slatted headboard with velvet ropes.

Yep. I could get EVEN wetter.

Damn.

"I can't wait," I said.

He whispered in my ear. "Best. Stakeout. Ever."

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