Enchanted: Erotic Bedtime Stories For Women. Nancy Madore

don’t care a fig about your personal preferences,” she stormed, wishing that she could just once make him lose his smug self-assurance.

      “Is that your way of asking for three hours instead of two?” he taunted.

      “Two hours is more than enough time to have to endure your presence,” she replied. “And you will be the only one ‘issuing forth confessions’ of any kind.”

      He congratulated himself on his ability to lure her in, yet again. She would indeed be a dangerous opponent if she were not so hotheaded. He removed the smile from his lips and turned to face her. “Another challenge?”