Lost To Temptation

Joanne leaned forward, still sitting on the bed, and shoved at the drawer. JD held it open.

"You have wild preferences, Ms. Smith." His voice was amused, tinged with something almost mocking. He cocked his head, eyeing the scandalous item inside. "What is that… about eight inches? And the girth… Is that even realistic?"

He smirked, pretending to reach toward the big, long, pink pleasure thingy.

Joanne rolled her eyes, her face burning. His scent was too close—too distracting. She slapped his hand away, but he didn't budge.

"It's pretty realistic," she muttered. "It might be rare, but some men have it this… big…"

Her stomach clenched. Liam did.