Talia checked the time.

     Parker should be home any minute.

     She adjusted the t-shirt she was wearing, stretching the neckline even more so that it slipped off her shoulder. She wasn’t wearing a bra—and god, didn’t that feel good—and the short, stretchy pants she wore showed off every single inch of her legs.

     It had been a week of psychological warfare.

     Parker pretended not to be attracted to her while she tried to provoke him into making a move. She could probably strip off entirely and lie naked on the couch, but it was more fun torturing him slowly.

     It was kind of like foreplay.

     Did she go to bed...