Leona Grant was beside himself with excitement. He was just waiting for Annabelle Linton to give the word, and he'd strip completely naked.
The more he thought about it, the more his mind raced. The heat in his lower body intensified, threatening to burn him alive.
Though a storm was raging in his heart, his face remained the very picture of a perfect gentleman. "Annabelle Linton, us being like this..."
Annabelle Linton hugged him assertively and murmured coolly in his ear, "Say one more word of nonsense, and I'll throw you out."
Her feeble threat made Leona Grant laugh. "You think you can?"
"That's right. Just me."
"Go on, then. Show me what you've got," Leona Grant said, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at her.
Annabelle Linton chuckled, then sat up and slowly moved closer to him.
Leona Grant was lying flat on his back. Annabelle Linton moved over him, bracing her hands on the mattress on either side of his head, pinning him down.
