Let Me In. Lauren Hawkeye

the hand of his beautiful wife. I had a brief mental flash of Ty and Cal pressed together, naked, olive skin pressing again golden-brown, and a surge of dampness flooded between my thighs, making the abundant flesh stick together and pull uncomfortably.

      Oh, Lord.

      “Well, swinging certainly isn’t for everyone.” I noticed that Hannah didn’t seem to feel the need to talk, apparently content to let her husband be the voice for the both of them.

      Well, it wasn’t much different from what I was doing, I realized as I finished off the last dregs of wine in my glass and gestured for a new one, even though I knew that the haze of alcohol might not be the best idea in terms of decision making tonight.