When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

Do you have any idea how badly I want to pick you up and carry you into my bedroom and make love to you?

Stop talking," she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane.

One side of his lips quirked up in a sexy smirk. __ot a cure forthat frustration you got going on,_ he said.__ot a cure for your ego?

The Milked Duck was empty, save for Dahlia__ two part-timehelpers, but they were all rushing around, anticipating the firstguests for her Risqué Flavor Tasting event any moment now.The up front freezers were stocked with Chocolate Orgasm,Peachy Passion, Sexual Favors, Mikey__ favorite Cherry Popperand more. She had a case of Sin on a Stick treats ready to go and atemporary menu up on the board behind her.

She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cooltouch igniting shivers over his skin. __s this a ploy to get another song out of me?_ she asked.__t__ a ploy to get you out of your pants.___nd what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you getme out of my pants?__ill felt his lips curving up again. __arlin_, you leave thedetails to me.