Whispered Thrills and Little Secrets.
Isabell-AH:
“Dinner sounds lovely, Eddie.” She purred out his name, taking up his hand and turning herself under it, pressing her back against his chest, her rear against his groin and wrapping his arms around her, swaying. “And dancing?”
She looked up at him through her long lashes, green eyes sparkling and hopeful.
His smile was as brilliant as a sparkling diamond, its many facets
reflected on Ed’s face. His arms wrapped around her securely and
he nudged the back of her neck with his nose. The tightness of
his tie didn’t escape him — but that could be addressed later.
“Yes, dancing sounds like a wonderful idea. The Mayor has
some fantastic records we could play by the fireplace.”
