Eleven.

Seeing the raw anguish on his wife's face, Ed Tucker swore he would have done absolutely anything in the world at that moment if her inner turmoil would only be quelled. Out of tears, Olivia resorted to alternating between scratching her neck and digging her fingertips into her forehead as she spoke.

"My whole career…I've encouraged women to be empowered. Make their own decisions about their bodies. And that advice, that encouragement always came so easily. Like a script."

Perched on the ottoman in their bedroom, Ed rested his elbows on his thighs and listened. Olivia was sitting cross-legged on the bed hugging a pillow. She appeared much younger than her forty-nine years. Her voice wavered ever so slightly like it did when she was at the pinnacle of anger and frustration.

"And now. That script doesn't work. I don't feel empowered at all. I feel like I'm at the mercy of…" she looked up at the ceiling, "…I don't know."

It was time for him to say something.

"Liv, we have the best doctors. Everyone who's seen you has nothing but good things to say. I know it seems like it's too good to be true. And, you're right, there are so many things we can't control. And, you and me both, baby, we don't do too well under those circumstances." They shared a small, knowing smile. "Whatever happens, whatever decision you make, it'll—"

"We make," she corrected. "I can't do this without you. Today? The second you left I wanted you back. I need you, Ed. I need you more than I've ever needed anybody. And I'm sorry about earlier today."

He propelled himself from the ottoman and sat next to her on the bed. "I just didn't wantcha to walk," he said with a smirk.

She kissed him softly, hovering over his mouth for a few extra seconds, barely touching his lips. "I cannot imagine…doing what the doctor described…unless there's something terribly wrong."

"I agree," Ed whispered back. "One hundred percent."

Olivia gripped his shoulders so tightly he could already feel the imprint of half-moon shaped fingernail indentations. Her brown eyes simultaneously darkened and widened. Ed had seen those eyes in almost every imaginable scenario, and he could not remember them blazing with more intensity than they did at that moment.

"Tell me it'll be okay."

He gently pried her hands from his shoulders, kissed each of them, and mustered every ounce of confidence and masculinity he had, and Olivia heard it in his voice.

"It's gonna be okay."

….

Brooke tried not to frown as Carisi told her as much as he could about his newest undercover assignment. It sounded simple enough—he was taking a job as a bartender at a club Narcotics pegged as a hub for cocaine and heroin trafficking. There were signs, according to their intel, that the drug traffickers were somehow connected to the tentacles of the sex-trafficking ring or rings that were still operating with veritable impunity in each of the city's five boroughs. If Carisi could successfully infiltrate and deliver evidence to prove this, the bust would be major and he would reap some significant accolades.

"So, I'm not gonna be able to stay here," he said, obviously disappointed.

"I understand." Brooke knew she had to be supportive. "It's just a terrible time. With Christmas and all."

"I know. I'm sorry. I did ask if it could wait, but they laughed at me. Maybe, best case scenario, we hit paydirt this weekend."

"That sounds overly optimistic."

"Probably is." Carisi moved toward her, "Hey, well, they told me I could have the rest of the day to get my affairs in order before I pick up my new ID and everything. So…wanna be my affair?"

Brooke choked back what felt like a burgeoning sob as Carisi started kissing at her neck and guided her to the bedroom. As usual, he wasted no time tossing off both their clothes. He loved the feel of Brooke's naked body against his, even if they were only cuddling. This afternoon, though, he was interested something a little more intimate.

Consumed with doubt, Brooke did her best to pretend she was locked in to the lovemaking. However, as Carisi nipped at her earlobes and then moved to suckle her breasts, she imagined what life would be like married to him, with kids, never knowing when he'd be called away to some ambiguous assignment for an indefinite period of time.

She moaned encouragingly and grabbed his gelled hair as he moved his tongue in between her legs, gently and methodically, unsure of how long it would be before he would be in this bed. While he pleasured her, Brooke rehearsed ultimatums.

If we are going to be together…

If we're going to continue to live together…

If you want to marry me…

She couldn't find the words to finish those sentences.

On the heels of the first orgasm, she experienced an odd combination of euphoria and despair. Everyone close to her seemed to be in really good places. Sonny felt validated as NYPD's most valuable UC. Her Dad and Olivia were consumed with their unborn babies and with Noah. Sarah, of all people, woke up one day and decided to be an adult, a happy and content one at that.

Brooke gasped and shrieked, but the sensations he elicited from her body could not erase the strange reality that she and Sarah had essentially switched personas.

Panting, Brooke told Sonny to turn over, to get on his back. Switching mindsets, she figured she might as well adopt Sarah's hyper-sensual, spirited approach to sex. She lowered her mouth, taking in Sonny's erection with fervor. She'd performed oral sex on him before, but, not really sure what to do, she went about it half-heartedly and she was pretty sure Sonny graciously pretended to enjoy it. This time was different. She could tell by the noises and his flailing arms and the way he clutched her hair. She refused to think and operated only on feel and instinct, taking cues from Sonny's body, liking that she was rendering him nearly incapable of coherent speech. She knew he was close, and she thought maybe she heard him say something, but everything was muffled and she was on the verge of another climax herself when Sonny managed to hook his hands under her arms and pull her flush with his face.

"I wanna be inside you."

Brooke's grin was so devilish, it almost scared him. "Sure," she rasped, climbing over him, controlling the depth, teasing a little but then relenting, and moved with a rapid pace, desperate to feel what she assumed her Dad and Olivia felt when they made love and hungry for the sensations Sarah bragged about when she recalled her meaningless trysts with the likes of Isaac and who knows who else.

Finally, for the first time in her life, Brooke Tucker let herself lose control. Beneath her, Sonny kept his eyes wide open through both their releases, and he wasted no time meeting her mouth with a deep, fiery kiss when she crashed back down to him.

"Whew," he whistled, "That was…wow."

Proud of herself and basking in the sweetest afterglow she'd ever felt, Brooke whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I'm gonna miss you."

Sonny sat up a little bit. He wondered if Brooke's I'm gonna miss you meant something more than the totality of the words. He tucked a few damp locks behind her ears. "I'll miss you, too, but it's not gonna be that long. Then, after that, if you're still on break, maybe we can get away for a few days?"

"I'd like that."

Brooke kissed him again and draped herself across his body, hoping Sonny realized she had decided to give all of herself to their relationship.

…..

The men sitting at the conference table looked on in awe as the assured young executive toggled back-and-forth between English, Spanish, and Portuguese while they put the finishing touches on a triple merger between two fledgling biotech companies and a much larger American corporation. Sarah unapologetically used an online translator to help her through the Portuguese, but she deftly translated the terms of the deal from English to Spanish to Portuguese and then back again. She worked nonstop, typing into her laptop with one hand and writing notes with the other as her assistant flipped through the terms of the deal on a second laptop.

"How the fuck does she do this?" Somebody muttered.

Shrugs.

Not only was the Executive Vice President of Mergers and Acquisitions there for her performance, the firm's CEO was there as well, merely to observe how Sarah Tucker handled her first attempt at spearheading a major project.

With her long hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a navy suit, and crisp white blouse, she looked every bit the young professional. Sarah never wore much makeup to work, but the products she did use highlighted her high, rigid cheekbones and defined jaw which grew more prominent as she fell more and more into a groove. In the zone, she fired questions at the men sitting in front of her, and seconds later their answers were transmitted back to their South American counterparts. Sarah was way ahead of everyone else, using lapses in response time to sip water and anticipate the next Portuguese phrase she would have to use.

There was no doubt she was the star of the show. The CEO and VP exchanged sly smiles, knowing they had made the right decision in promoting her. The other men had no time for much admiration; instead of directing questions and soliciting feedback from the entire group, she singled out certain individuals who she thought would be best equipped to respond. To them, it was unnerving. To Sarah and the other executives, it was remarkably efficient. Most of these types of conference calls lasted anywhere from two to three hours. When Sarah announced they would email the final copy of the deal by the end of the day, the CEO leaned over to the VP and marveled, "Holy hell, she got us outta here in just under an hour."

"Thank you, gentlemen," Sarah said, smiling sweetly, unable to completely shed her femininity and flirtatious nature. "Jake," she addressed her assistant, "Make sure you copy all of us on the email when you send the final paperwork."

"Got it."

It took mere minutes for the conference room to clear out and Sarah was left alone with her two superiors.

The CEO complimented her first. "Very impressive."

"Thank you," Sarah replied casually even though her heart was still pounding.

"The way you handled Costa and Gomez…wow…I've never seen them so subdued." The VP could not hide his amazement. Sarah's preparation and ability to think on her feet and find solutions at the drop of a hat was astonishing and unprecedented.

The CEO checked his watch. "Well, I'm getting out of here. I have dinner plans with my wife and the in-laws which means I need to turn cocktail hour into cocktail hours." He shook Sarah's had, told her how happy he was to have her in that position, and briskly made his way to the elevator.

It was three o'clock.

"We should go get a drink, too."

Busy with her laptop and an unwieldy, overstuffed accordion file, Sarah hadn't realized the Vice President was still in the room. "Oh, wow, well, I'm taking tomorrow off, so—"

"Everyone's taking tomorrow off. It's the Friday before Christmas. It'll be a ghost town here."

Like an addict on the verge of relapse, Sarah knew she was at a potentially ominous crossroads. By no means had she sworn off alcohol, but she'd cut back significantly. Being in charge meant she could no longer hide among the masses of the firm's middling accountants. And her hard work and self-control had just paid off big time, both literally and figuratively. Earlier that day she'd been presented with a big fat Christmas bonus check which was now tucked securely in the large pocket of her trusty Kate Spade handbag.

"Um, sure, just let me run back to the office and get my things."

"I'll meet you in the lobby."

"Okay."

Before she left her office, she sent a text to Olivia.

Can I bring you dinner tonight?

She stared out at Battery Park, waiting for the response. If Olivia wasn't deeply involved in a case, she always answered within a couple of minutes, if not sooner. Sarah was just about to send her Dad the same question when Olivia's message showed up.

Sure. I don't know how early I'll be, but I'll tell your Dad.

Sarah grinned at the phone. She had dinner plans. An insurance policy. An excuse, a mandate, to be responsible and not spend all night drinking dirty martinis with her boss who she was sure was married.

Great. I'll text Daddy and I'll bring some different pastas and salad. Okay?

I THINK that sounds good.

Olivia included a smiley-face emoji and Sarah giggled. Morning sickness and sporadic aversions to food aside, she had been in an excellent mood over the past few days which made the already-giddy Sarah even more buoyant.

"Two drinks," she mumbled to herself. "Two drinks and you're gone."

….

Noah used his fork and a small spoon to twirl linguini into a neat cylindrical shape. He kept the utensils pressed together as he moved the food to his mouth. Right before he took the bite, most of the pasta fell back on his plate.

"One more try, Noey Boey," Sarah coached.

"Just let me cut it for him," Ed muttered, shoving a forkful of his own twirled pasta into his mouth.

"We've been working on this," Sarah protested, "He needs to practice."

"He also needs to eat."

Olivia watched Noah try again. This time, he was mostly successful. "Good job, sweetie," she cooed.

Noah grinned and chewed. His ego boosted, he quickly rolled another bite.

"Thanks again, Sare," Olivia said, "I'm glad I wasn't held up too long. Today is a craving day."

Sarah and Ed wore matching grins.

"Are you wanting weird stuff like pickles and chocolate ice cream?"

"No, no strange combinations so far. I guess it's more like, when I'm hungry, I have to eat. You should see my desk drawers."

Sarah asked other questions, careful to avoid using the word "twins," as she knew Noah didn't know about the possibility of two siblings. In the course of their conversation, she learned Olivia had her weekly appointment in the morning.

"Oooo! Want me to go with you?"

"I'm going with her," Ed quickly replied.

"Well, can't I tag along?"

Olivia thought about the procedure and imagined Sarah being all over the place in the office, looking everywhere, and she suggested she wait until a later date, when they could actually hear the heartbeat and see movement.

"Okay," Sarah reluctantly agreed and then brightened, "How 'bout I pick up Noey again?"

"Wouldja like that, bud?" Ed asked.

Noah nodded, "Uh-huh," he replied with this mouth full, "We ride da subway somewhere, Sare bear?"

"We shall," Sarah said in her formal vernacular she often used with Noah, "Perhaps…perhaps we will hit Chelsea or Union Square. We'll figure it out depending on what we need. Remind me to make a list, Noey Boey."

"Kay! I make a list, too."

"Who do you have to shop for?"

"Daddy already taked me to get Mommy's pesent. And Mommy taked me to get Daddy's pesent."

Sarah's hand flew to Noah's mouth, "Shhhh. Don't tell."

Noah swatted at her hand, giggling, "It's a SECRET!"

"Oh, okay. Just making sure."

"We get more sparkly stuff for Brookey?"

Sarah cringed. She didn't need to look up. She knew Ed's glare was fixed on her.

Grinning at Ed, Olivia asked, "What sparkly stuff, sweet boy?"

Obviously struggling for the proper vocabulary, Noah twisted his lips, "It a…a dress."

Sarah burst into laughter.

"Aw, come on," Ed grumbled, "A negligée?"

Hearing her father say negligée made Sarah laugh harder. Tears poured from her eyes and onto her plate. Olivia thought about last year's Christmas shopping trip and joined Sarah in her laughter.

"Did you take him to Journelle?" She asked.

"Yes," Sarah answered, "Noey and I went to the underwear store, didn't we Noey?"

"Uh-huh. It for girls."

"We weren't there long, Daddy," Sarah said.

Ed grunted and tried to frown, but his lips soon formed a small, incredulous smile, "I dunno what I'm gonna do with you."

"Well," Sarah twirled pasta thoughtfully, "You could come along. They have things for pregnant women there. Livvie'll start showing soon, and she'll want to feel sexy."

Olivia blushed.

"She's always sexy." Ed gave her thigh a little squeeze and her cheeks reddened even more.

"Can you have sex when you're pregnant?"

Ed coughed.

Olivia forced an embarrassed laugh.

"What sex?" Noah asked innocently.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod."

"What are you omigod-ing for?" Ed couldn't decide if he was amused or annoyed. Olivia's high spirits heightened his mood and lessened his frustration with his daughter. "You said it."

"Livvie, I'm so sorry," Sarah gasped.

Olivia had already calmly started to address her son, "Noah, sex is something Mommies and Daddies do." She hoped this would be enough detail for now.

"Noey, I'm sorry I used a bad word again. I forget you're listening sometimes."

"I listen at school."

"I know. They're doing a really good job teaching that skill."

"Sex a bad word?"

The three adults were struggling to keep straight faces.

"Nah, bud, it's not bad. It's just for adults to say. And do. Okay?" Ed grabbed his head and pulled him over so he could kiss him.

"Kay."

From his spot at the head of the table, Ed finished his dinner and couldn't help but feel enormously grateful. Just beyond the far end of their sleek pine dining table was the panoramic view of nighttime Manhattan with all its lights flickering-a view millions of people would see only in posters or pictures. On his right, his gorgeous wife, pregnant with twins, felt his gaze upon her and met his eyes. She winked at him and turned her attention back to her food and to Sarah and Noah who were chatting about the kids in Noah's class. Sarah pressed him for details about the bad kids and Noah happily filled her in.

Soon they would relocate to the comfortable gray sectional. Sarah would probably try to get Noah to snuggle with her in the large chair, but Noah would refuse and bargain with her to play trains or a game. Snuggling in the chair too closely resembled bedtime.

Their Christmas tree perfectly fit the room and later Ed and Olivia would bask in the glow of its lights, or at least Ed hoped that's what would happen. He needed to fill his wife's head with positive thoughts—his latest strategy intended to lessen her anxiety about yet another doctor's appointment. Ed wanted to talk about the twins, he wanted to toss around ideas for names, he wanted to browse websites for cribs, but Olivia remained largely silent on those matters. Her apprehension almost made him feel guilty about his excitement.

Nevertheless, he couldn't recall a time when he'd been happier. He peeked over at Olivia and wondered if, maybe, she was starting to show just a little bit, but on second glance he dismissed it as wishful thinking.

"I'm STUFFED." Sarah tossed her napkin onto her empty plate.

"STUFFED!" Noah echoed and tossed his napkin up in the air. It landed on the floor behind him. "Oops! I get it!" Sarah helped him get down.

"Sarah and Brookey have napkins you frow away," he stated.

"We have those, too, sweet boy," Olivia stood up and waved him out to the kitchen, "Come here and let me wipe your face."

At the table, Sarah used her knife to tap Ed's glass. "Hello? Dad? You with us?"

"Yeah."

"You're smiling like a fool."

Olivia overheard. "He's been like that since Thanksgiving," she called.

Thankful to hear his wife's sass, he widened his grin and started gathering their dirty dishes.

….

Twenty-four hours later, Sarah returned Noah. Olivia was home, but the door was locked and she didn't answer their knocks. Figuring this was an appropriate time to use her key, Sarah let herself and Noah in. She instructed him to take his boots off immediately. It had been snowing all day and their footwear was soaked.

They had already dropped off the bags at the other apartment since most of the items were for Ed and Olivia. On purpose, Sarah dragged Noah into another lingerie store and they picked out something silky yet PG-rated for Olivia. She warned him to "zip it" about the gift.

"Livvie?"

"Mommy?"

The Christmas tree lights had been turned on, but the main living area was otherwise dark. Sarah flipped on the kitchen lights.

"Where's Mommy?"

"Maybe she's asleep. Let's go check."

The master bedroom door was slightly ajar. Sarah noticed lit candles and held her arm out to stop Noah. If her Dad was also home, she didn't want a repeat of last spring's foray into voyeurism, at least not while the door was open and Noah by her side.

Silence.

Sarah tiptoed closer and saw Olivia sitting at the foot of the bed, staring into the candlelight. She walked back to Noah and suggested he get his tablet and draw her a picture.

"But I wanna see Mommy."

"We'll be right out. It's okay. Just a few minutes, Noey. Why dontcha draw the Christmas tree? I haven't seen one of those yet."

Noah reluctantly but obediently went to get his tablet.

Sarah approached the room again.

"Livvie?"

"Hey."

She'd obviously been crying. Sarah entered and sat next to her. "What's wrong? Did something happen with the babies?"

"No. No…they're…perfect." Olivia handed over the latest sonogram photo. "We saw them move."

"Omigod!"

"Yeah."

Sarah brushed a few pieces of hair way from Olivia's face. "Why are you so upset?"

"I'm not…upset." Olivia's breathing was shaky.

"Why are you crying?"

"I was fine all day, working, breaking in this new detective."

"Is he cute?"

This made Olivia chuckle, "Not really."

"Well, I'm a little bitter about Carisi and Brooke."

"You were married when they met."

"Oh yeah," Sarah mused, "I keep forgetting about that part in my life. Sorry. Anyway. You were fine all day?"

"Yes. Carisi's on assignment, you know that, so we're still basically a man down. Busy. A lot of separate cases going on. And we wrap things up, tie up as many loose ends as we can, Fin and Rollins are still there, and I got home and realized..."

"Realized what?"

Olivia sniffed and walked around to Ed's side of the bed for a tissue. "Today was the first day I didn't stop to worry every few minutes. My pants are tight. Those little ones moved."

"It's happening," Sarah whispered.

"It's happening."

"You know what you need, Livvie?"

"What's that?"

"You need to sit on the couch and look at baby stuff on the computer with me."

Olivia managed a tiny smile. "That sounds nice."

"Do you mind if I steal some of your wine?" Sarah asked sweetly.

"Not at all.

Olivia wrapped Sarah in a tight hug and they walked arm-in-arm into the living room, but they froze in their tracks when they saw Noah. He'd dragged his beanbag directly in front of the tree and was perched on its edge. He alternated his focus between the tree and the Surface tablet, making careful strokes with the pen. His tongue crept out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, and the reddish-green glow from the tree bathed him in a perfect holiday hue.

"Do you have your phone?" Olivia whispered.

Sarah snapped a few photos and immediately sent them to Olivia.

"So what's Brooke up to tonight?" Olivia asked as they settled in on the couch.

"She and her teacher friends are going out," Sarah replied. "She's all mopey, missing Sonny."

"Hmm. That's different."

"No kidding."

…

For the second night in a row, Sarah joined Ed, Olivia, and Noah for dinner, and they batted around the idea of watching a movie when Brooke texted to see if Sarah wanted to join her at a nearby pub. Her teacher friends had all gone home, and Brooke didn't feel like calling it a night just yet. Sarah made Olivia promise not to empty the virtual shopping carts they'd filled earlier, kissed everyone goodbye, and went to meet her sister.

Olivia handled Noah's bedtime routine on this particular night, and she spent a few extra minutes stroking his soft cheek and hair as he cuddled with Bernie.

"You're such a good boy, sweet Noah," she cooed.

His eyes were already fluttering shut, but he managed a whispered, "Uh-huh."

She wondered what it would be like when there were three Tucker kids in the apartment. Would they all read together? Separately? Would Noah eventually eschew story time altogether? Would her darling boy, her first miracle, be bothered by late night and early morning crying?

She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, whispered another goodnight, and returned to her husband's side. He'd been watching the news and he turned off the television, turning to focus all his attention on her.

"Sarah mentioned we're having a party?"

Olivia groaned with frustration at herself and scratched her forehead. "Not a party exactly. Just a few people over on Christmas Eve. That okay?"

"Of course," Ed smiled, chalking up her recent forgetfulness as yet another good sign. Even better, she could laugh about it. "Okay if I invite Cole and Janine? They may have other plans, but…"

"Sure. I kinda thought of this at the last minute."

"I like the spontaneity."

"I know," Olivia marveled, playfully rolling her eyes, "Nine weeks and already these babies have started to rewire my brain."

Ed ran an index finger over her cheek and lips, "Babies," he repeated softly. "It's good to hear you say that."

"It's good to be able to say it without being terrified."

"Seeing them move today. Both of them…" Ed murmured.

"I know."

They gazed into each other's eyes for a few seconds. "I hope they look just like you."

Olivia smiled. "I want them to have your eyes."

Finally.

Captivated by her newfound willingness to look to the future, Ed sat up and took the laptop from the coffee table. "Wanna show me these carts Sarah was talking about?"

"Sure." Olivia settled in next to him and narrated for him. "Double stroller, something called an exersaucer, these chairs bounce and rock…back and forth and side to side…"

"This ten-pack of onesies, look, she put the quantity at 20…not sure if we need that many at that size."

"Look at these socks…elephants, tigers…"

"Oh, and of course, she's counting on at least one girl, so…look at this…" Olivia laughed at the infant-sized-yet-still-gigantic, Sarah-style floppy beach hat. She waited for Ed to respond. When he didn't, she put the computer to the side. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin." He gave her a quick hug and a kiss, "I'm so glad…"

There was no need for him to finish his thought. "I know," Olivia said, kissing him again, "Today was important. They're growing. They moved. And I really am…starting to feel…pregnant, if that makes any sense."

"It makes perfect sense," Ed replied, his voice extra deep and raspy. He played with her hair, twirled it around his fingers, and rested his other hand on her thigh.

"So," the contact caused goosebumps to form along her spine, "You want to…go to bed?"

Ed gripped her thigh more tightly. "Yeah I do."

The day's appointment involved more than heartbeats and witnessing the fetuses move. When asked about sex, the doctor gave the couple the green light.

The foreplay lasted a long time, it usually did, but Ed was dragging it out longer than usual, and Olivia finally asked him if he was okay.

"I don't want to hurt you," he rasped, moving away from her breasts to press his forehead to hers. "Or the babies."

"If it hurts, I'll tell you. And the babies are fine."

"I'll go slow." He started to enter her but pulled out. "Liv, I can't."

"Ed." Her back arched and she raised her hips to meet his. She felt him, hot and hard, against her ultra-sensitive flesh.

"If something happened, I'd never forgive myself." Olivia had no idea how he was maintaining an erection while making this revelation. He kissed his way back down her body. "Let me, lemme just do this tonight, okay?"

Olivia put both hands on the back of his head as he peppered her abdomen with kisses and slowly moved lower. The second his tongue found her center, she gasped. It had been so long, and she knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. She badly wanted him inside of her, but she understood. His hesitation, his deep sense of responsibility and devotion was overwhelming and touching…and a tiny bit erotic. In time, maybe she could convince him to expand their pregnancy lovemaking repertoire, but for now she closed her eyes and welcomed back the flames of pleasure Ed was capable of igniting with his tongue and fingers. Her satisfied moans and breathy Eds once again filled their bedroom. For the first time in several weeks, she desperately grabbed for a pillow, muting the shrieks that, along with her quivering body, accompanied the orgasm.

Smirking, he peeled the pillow away and kissed her all over her face and neck. She put her palms on his chest and gently shoved him aside.

He raised his eyebrows curiously. Cocking an eyebrow, she dragged her hands from his chest to his hips.

In her throatiest, sexiest voice, she whispered, "My turn."

…

#Tuckson