Page 42 of Beneath the Scars
“You’re one of my best friends, Zane. I always want you to come to me when you need to talk.”
“I’m very grateful to have met you, Adalaide.”
“Right back atcha.”
“Okay, new topic. Tell me all about your hunk of a man.”
I giggle like a schoolgirl. “There’s not much to say. He’s everything I ever wanted him to be and more.”
“He’s treating you well?” The stern question makes me smile.
“Better than well.”
“Good. I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t.”
I chuckle at the image of lean Zane against muscular Michael. It’s quite hilarious.
“Hey!” he protests. “I could get a shot in. Once. Then he’d probably destroy me.”
Laughter takes over me, making Zane huff in annoyance.
“I do not find this nearly as amusing as you. Muscles aren’t everything, you know.”
I suck in a breath to get a hold of myself. “No, you’re right, muscles aren’t everything. Michael does have the added skill in fighting though, so I think you’re outmatched in every way.”
“I get no respect around here,” Zane teases. “You try to defend a girl, and she laughs at you instead.”
“Probably because she doesn’t need defending. She does appreciate the sentiment though.”
“Good.”
“Come visit me in a couple of weeks. Let’s actually get something scheduled instead of saying we should hang out and then not doing it.”
Zane laughs. “Once I have my work schedule, I’ll let you know when I can come see you.”
“Good. We’ll talk later.”
I hang up with Zane and turn back to my list. I’ve narrowed it down to seven, and I’m pretty sure I can combine a couple. He can’t fault me for squeezing every ounce of pleasure I can from him.
I’m having a tough time imagining how he’ll make some of them happen, but he told me anything goes, and I’m taking him at his word.
My face is flaming by the time I’m finished detailing every fantasy I have. I should send these to one of my favorite romance authors. They sound like they came straight from a smut book.
Is that bad?
Should I have held back some of the dirtier stuff?
No.
After what happened at the lookout, I don’t want to hold anything back.
But what if my fantasies are too much for him?
Chapter 23
Michael
Ihaven’t been this amped for anything in a long fucking time.
