The Fantasy Maker
A wide jaw, a slender throat, and a body that just begged to be touched.
Jen climbed off the couch and wandered over to the blond, sliding her hand slowly over his chest as she walked around him. As Emma watched, Jen cupped the man's bare ass, growling in that way women always pretend is nothing like the hoots and hollers that construction workers once yelled at them.
"Come on, Ares," she said, wiggling her finger at him as she walked toward another door tucked into the back of the room.
Emma watched them go, her heart suddenly thundering in her chest as she wondered what she was supposed to do now.