“I understand the appeal of the action and adventure, but explain the romance to me,” I said. “How does a modern, independent woman balance the acts of kidnapping and stalking with the attraction and sexual tension?” “Ok, it’s different for everyone. I can only speak to what I think.” She bit her lip before taking another sip of her whipped cream topped drink. My cock twitched with interest when she licked the whipped cream from her lip. I had to focus on her eyes. Not the perfect shape of her plump lips or how they would taste, or how they would look around my cock. Focus. Man. . “For me, personally…” she hedged. “It’s about losing control and feeling desired.” “What do you mean?” “Look at me.” She shrugged. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you all night.”