She pressed her lips to the back of his neck. "Then let's give him a performance he'll never forget."
And she would never let them see the rushes. ForPlayFilms 23 08 01 Siri Dahl Midnight Tryst ...
She wore a silk robe the color of a bruised plum, untied. The city lights painted silver-blue stripes across her skin. She wasn't waiting, exactly. She had told herself that hours ago. But the glass of chilled Chardonnay on the marble sill was sweating through its second refill, and her phone had buzzed twice with messages she hadn't opened. She pressed her lips to the back of his neck