Natasha, the sultry, shameless widow, was practically on fire, clinging to Andrew like an octopus. She leaned in close, blowing warm breaths against his ear in a voice so sweet and seductive it could take a man's life.

Andrew spun around and caught her wandering hand, smirking. "I can't let you take control of a man's most vulnerable spot!"

Natasha's cheeks flushed as she tilted her chin up, teasing, "I won't use my hands. How about my mouth?"

Andrew nearly choked on his own breath—he had