TAG & MCKENNA
“Are you sure?” she asked again, turning to face him, her eyes hooded and full of… mischief.
“Oh no, I’m not giving you an out on this one,” he said, his body immediately responding to that sexy gleam in her eyes.
“But nothin’. It’s time to get your sexy ass to the dentist. Just think, you only have to spend one hour with her every six months.”
“Ugghhh,” McKenna moaned. “Why do my friends have to be so demanding?”
Tag laughed as he watched McKenna head for the door. When she turned back, he expected her to be scowling. Instead, she shot him a brilliant smile. “Ok, fine. I’ll go to the dentist. But this is all your fault. And to think, I was considering letting you put something in my mouth.”
It was Tag’s turn to groan as he watched McKenna disappear from their bedroom. God, the woman was going to be the death of him.