Michelle

“She turns her head, throws the damn thing with a strong flick, and it lands in the side of a wooden heron's head. Holy shit. I can't believe it. Lust bashes me like a sledgehammer, and I suddenly imagine her naked.
"Dude!" Blake yells, snapping me back to reality.
Anna stares down at me like she's conquered me. "You showed your colors!"
"Did not," I reply quickly. But even as I say it, I think I bleedin' well might've.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Temptation

“Though it was a complete turn-on when she once grabbed a girl's arm backstage, saying, "Excuse me, but that is my husband you're trying to grope, and I suggest you keep your hands to yourself." She'd said it with Southern charm, but I could see in her stance that my girl had been ready to throw down.
I rewarded her well that night for saving me from the groper.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Temptation

“She puts up with a lot of shit from me, so I fought back my initial instinct to run screaming at the idea of a tiny person invading our content little bubble. A lot would change.
No more walking about naked.
No more shagging Anna anywhere and everywhere I pleased.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Temptation

“Anna mews next to me like a baby kitten and snuggles closer, her knee rubbing my thigh. And, oh, bugger me... her hand lands on my lower stomach. Just a few inches south, and I would be a happy man.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Temptation