KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance)
I lean over and lick it off his lips before kissing him, tasting the sugar and the pool water all mixed together.
I scoop up more and hold it to his mouth.
"Urrrhhh, you're gonna load me full of sugar!" he complains.
"Eat it, soldier."
He eats it. "You're the only person in the world who complains about sweet things," I tease.
He wipes his mouth away. "Well, tell me something else you like. What have you always wanted, Diana?"
I stall. I’ve never really thought about it. The last time he asked, I blurted out "ice cream," and now I can have a tower of it.