“I win.” She lifted her chin up at him with a triumphant smile.
“Don’t you move. Time’s not up, sweetheart.”
His devilish grin incensed her. She stole a glance at the women enjoying their afternoon coffee a bench away.
“C’mon. I’m tired of playing these games.”
“No you’re not. I bet those panties are soaked, yes?”
Her gaze drifted down from his handsome face to the unmistakable bulge in his trousers.
“Liar. Should I check right now?”
Her eyes widened as he squatted in front of her.
“Fair enough. You’ve got a minute left. Whatever you do…don’t drop that ice cream.”
©2012 Nichelle Gregory