Page 31 of Breaking Blaze

Her phone dinged again.

Anna: Your baby slept…like a baby.

Blaze: I slept like shit. My cock kept aching for you.

Shuddering at his words and the filthy, wicked images they conjured, Anna nearly dropped her phone when it dinged again.

Blaze: Tonight. Be ready at 8. I’m taking my woman out.

Her breath caught. Anna read and re-read his message, the letters blurring together around the two words that set her whole world on fire.

My woman.