THE LOOK ON her face pushes my cock harder against the zipper of my shorts. Her eyes are closed and her beautiful lips partially open in ecstasy. I've accomplished everything I set out to do this evening.

"You're not into him, are you?" I ask as I run my fingers along her calf.

"Into whom?" she moans.

Whom, I love it. "Lane," I clarify.

"Is that what this is about?" She peels open her eyes and gives me a glare. I dig into a small ball of muscle and her ...