Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.
KELSEY'S BRAIN SCREECHED TO a stop.
What the ever loving hell had she just said?
Do you lick pussy?
Who was she? What had possessed her to say something like that?
This wasn't the first time panic had caused her to say some uncharacteristic things to Logan, but this took the cake.
Her cheeks were on fire and she desperately wanted the floor to cave in and save her from the stunned stare Logan had leveled at her.
"Just lick?" Logan's voice was somehow deeper and richer than normal. "Or am I allowed to do more?"
Oh fuck.
Kelsey's core temperature must have jumped twenty degrees. Her body felt as though it were on fire with need.
One side of his mouth hitched up, and he smiled at her, but the look was pure evil.
"Was that your way of trying to scare me off? Hm?" Logan bent his head until all she could see was him.