His Exclusive Obsession

My childhood sweetheart called me “flat-chested” and publicly dumped me right in front of everyone. Naturally, I got dead drunk that night. In my hazy stupor, I propositioned a drop-dead gorgeous guy to spend the night with me.

Through the whiskey fog, I sat on his lap, annoyed. “You’ve been touching me forever. Haven’t you figured out if I’m flat yet?”

His large hand slid beneath the hem of my shirt. Shaking his head slightly, the corners of his eyes flushed a faint pink, and his voice rasped softly, “Not long enough.”