Chapter 8

On the other hand, it was also incredible good luck. Because she’d been invited back, and there was a definite spark between them, and if everything went as she hoped, he wouldn’t have to draw on old memories at all for a very long time.

“That can’t be good for business.” Tossing the dildo back onto the bed, she faced him boldly, stepping closer so her breasts brushed against his chest. “And I did promise I’d do anything I could to help.”

“You are…remarkably accommodating.”

Steven cupped the side of her face, holding her in place as he tilted his head. Despite the fact that she had been making eyes at him, despite her own boldness in making dinner and inviting herself back into his apartment, despite the obvious invitation to do whatever he wanted to her body, she was nervous. Her tongue was rough and dry, her lips suddenly trembling, and sweat dotted the back of her neck. For a moment, she forgot everything she ever knew about kissing.