Summer sprawled bellydown on her bed, feet kicking in the air and copper hair obscuring her nudity. A fugitive sparkle at her throat hinted at the diamonds still there. “You have yet to deliver on your promise, Oz,” she purred. “I don’t like that. You know what I want.”
Oz walked over, leaning over her so their bodies didn’t touch. His hands were placed over her shoulders and one hand running up her back. “Don’t compare me to Tony,” he mumbled against her ear, hand gripping the back of her neck tightly. “It ruins the moment and makes me lack.”
She went utterly boneless under his hands. “You began it,” she murmured. “Are you so fragile, then? Enough.”