Larissa's POV
"I guarantee he's absolutely amazing between the sheets," Denise went on, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing inside me. "He radiates that commanding presence, you know? The type who would just pin you down and make you forget everything except his name."
"Denise!" I choked out, though my body responded with a surge of warmth pooling low in my belly.
"Come on, don't pretend you haven't fantasized about it."
She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Those hands definitely know their way around a woman's body."
I couldn't argue with that. The thought had crossed my mind more times than I cared to admit. Particularly after that evening in his bedroom, awakening with my limbs tangled around his, sensing his arousal pressing against me.
"He's probably packing serious heat down there too," Denise speculated. "Wealthy men usually are."
"That's completely ridiculous," I giggled despite my embarrassment.
"Okay, but Carson absolutely is. I can sense these things."
