“Good call. My parents always warned my sister not to trust just any old banana slug.”
A laugh rolled from deep in her belly, and the fact that he had caused it shot warm tingles through his bloodstream.
He chuckled. “Tell you what. Hit me with twenty questions—no holds barred—so you can get to know me better.”
“All right. Cats or dogs?”
“Definitely dogs.”
“Vanilla or cookies and cream?”
“Mint chocolate chip.”
“Thinking outside the box. I like that, Sammy. Beach or mountains?”
“Mountains. That’s why I live here.”
She paused a beat. “Women, men, both, or none of the above?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Women. Always.”
“Hockey or baseball?”
“No contest. Hockey.”
“Favorite season?”
“Fall.”
“Missionary or reverse cowgirl?” Her voice was suddenly breathy, sultry, and it made his dick go from semi to full mast in a nanosecond.
“You just got more interesting.”
“Clever, but that doesn’t answer my question,” she said in a school teacher voice. “Your go-to position?”
“All of the above. In all variations. I’m flexible that way.”
“Phew! It’s getting hot out here.”
The snowflakes were turning to virtual bursts of steam as they hit the atmosphere sizzling between them. “Keep going. You have eleven more questions by my count.” And he couldn’t wait to hear every single one.
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