Page 35 of Foreplay on Words

“Only that it ended.”

The teasing dynamic of our relationship clearly hadn’t changed in the last twenty minutes.

“So, a book?” The prospect of teaming up with him was hard to resist. If we could channel our chemistry into a book, I had no doubt that it would sell.

“Uh-huh.” He smiled and then reached out and grabbed one of my hands, slowly tracing my palm. I had to admit, I’d never considered the palm an erogenous zone, but it was starting to get me a little worked up.

“Any thoughts on content?” I was trying to let him steer me on this and not take over. He was the man with the plan.

“Something sexy.” There was that little naughty glint in his eyes again. Evan wasn’t quite as tame as he liked to portray.

“You finally write a decent sex scene and suddenly think you’re an expert?” I couldn’t resist the urge to continue ribbing him a little.

“I had a very gifted teacher.”

“Charmer,” I said shyly, feeling a blush rising.

“Is it working?”

“You already got yours,” I accused as I tried to play off his effect on me.

“But you didn’t get yours.” He raised an eyebrow and nodded at my tight-fitting shirt. I was sure my nipples were trying to burrow through the fabric.

“I thought we were trying to work here,” I argued, but we both knew that if he wanted to take things further, I’d jump on him in a second.

“You’re the one who said we needed to ‘do research’.” I’d created a monster.

“Are you going to make this hard the whole time?”

“Give me a few minutes, and I can make it plenty hard.” Heat flared low in my belly as he turned the tables on me, and seductive Evan came out to play.

“I thought you were supposed to be the awkward one?” I teased as I stroked his finger suggestively.

“You bring out the best in me.”

My heart melted slightly, even though his comment was a little pervy.

“Work. We’re supposed to be working,” I tried to change the subject. “Genre?”

“Thriller?” he offered with a shrug. That would be well within his comfort zone.

“Characters?” I was interested to see how he did the initial character development. Evan’s brain was a curious place.

“Does Michael have any friends?”

My entire mouth went dry as my jaw dropped open.

Holy shit.

Evan wanted to write a sexy book with me about bondage and Domination. It’s always the quiet ones.

“Are you saying...?” I wanted him to admit what he wanted.

“Maybe we write a thriller with a kinky twist,” he shrugged, but I could see the tension in his eyes.

“You’re full of surprises.” Having read some of his older books, I knew he tended to avoid his characters being in tumultuous romantic entanglements.

“Maybe I’m ready to try something new.” His readiness to jump right into this showed he was open to new possibilities, both with his writing and with me.

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