“No matter what I do,” Clay whispered in the shell of my ear. “Keep your eyes on him.” The song ended and another began, and I learned that stamina was another of Clay’s attributes. He never tired of touching me, teasing me, kissing along every bit of exposed skin he could find.”

“No matter what I do,” Clay whispered in the shell of my ear. “Keep your eyes on him.” The song ended and another began, and I learned that stamina was another of Clay’s attributes. He never tired of touching me, teasing me, kissing along every bit of exposed skin he could find.”

— Kandi Steiner