Free Tell Me You Love Me by Kayla Perrin

said, “Well, your painting is pretty amazing.’’
    “It’s the only one I ever did. Who knows—maybe one day when I’m long gone someone will discover me, and the painting will be worth a lot of money.’’
    “Maybe,” Sheldon agreed.
    Tyanna flashed Sheldon a wry smile and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Well, one can always dream.” She strolled into the living room. “You want anything to drink? Water? Soda?’’
    “Naw,” Sheldon said, following her. “I’m fine.” He gave the entire room a quick perusal, then sat on the sofa.
    “All right.” Tyanna casually walked to the armchair, where she took a seat.
    He didn’t blame her for putting some distance between them. Even as he’d looked at the sofa, he had remembered her naked there. Which wasn’t hard, because she had often walked around naked. Who needed clothes when they’d spent the better part of their timeindoors making the kind of love that made their toes curl?
    Tyanna crossed one leg over the other, and the first thing Sheldon noticed was the toe ring on her extended foot. He had never thought of himself as the kind of guy who’d have a foot fetish, but Tyanna had the most beautiful feet. Aside from her sparkly toe ring, her toenails were painted a bright red. It was a hot combination.
    He had loved the feel of those feet stroking his thighs, or wrapped tightly around his back as he’d thrust deep inside her.
    Sheldon’s eyes went higher. He allowed himself a good, long look at her sexy body. She was in amazing shape, even better than he remembered. She had long, lean legs that were beautifully sculpted. Her arms were slim, yet the muscles defined. With all the working out she had done, she was firm but had remained feminine. Her mocha-colored skin was smooth and flawless on every inch of her perfect body.
    But what got to him most were those sexy dimples. She had the kind of smile that made him think warm, cozy thoughts and get hard. Which was a deadly combination.
    He remembered the New Year’s Eve they’d spent together, how she’d drawn her slinky black dress over her head to reveal a sparkly bra-and-panty set. He’d had a hard-on so bad, he hadn’t bothered to take the extra time to slip the itemsoff her body. He had simply pushed her panties aside and entered her warmth….
    “Sheldon?” Tyanna was looking at him with a weird expression.
    Aw, shit. So much for not thinking about sex. He was as hard as a flagstaff. He hoped she hadn’t been able to read his thoughts.
    “Um…I think I’ll take that drink,” he said.
    “Oh.” Tyanna stood, and her navel ring twinkled at him. Oh, yeah. He remembered the navel ring.
    “What would you like?” she asked.
    “Water,” he answered quickly, darting his eyes to her face. “With ice.’’
    That was the closest he could get to a cold shower, and he hoped to hell it would work.

Chapter 9
    Wendy pulled her convertible LeBaron into a parking spot on Washington Avenue, then killed the engine. It was late and not even a weekday to boot, but considering Phil was at the office this Sunday evening once again working overtime, she figured she’d hazard a chance at seeing him.
    Wendy got out of the car and put money in the parking meter. She walked the short distance to Phil’s office. Peering through the window, she couldn’t see him. He must have been in the back part of the office, which made sense, as the front area was a reception and waiting area.
    Stepping back, Wendy used the glass as a mirror. Her stomach began to contract painfully as she saw her reflection.
    Good Lord, she looked like one of the tramps who frequented the South Beach strip.
    She stared at herself a moment longer and realized that she was being hard on herself. Shedidn’t look low-class. In fact, the outfit she wore flattered her well-toned body. But she was suddenly self-conscious, not sure if her outfit was too much.
    Well, “too little” might be a more accurate description.
    It wasn’t like she