Fire and Ash

“Take your fucking pants off,” he bites out in a sexy command.I tense for only a moment. It’s not that I have a problem bottoming—it’s just that I’m not usually so eager to do so. But apparently, when this guy says jump, I say fuck me.

I’m either about to be fucked or murdered, and my body is wound so tight in arousal and anticipation it doesn’t seem to know the difference.

I’m fifty-percent turned on and fifty-percent glad to be alive.Okay, maybe ninety-ten.