Looks like I’m on a roll. Here’s installment number four of the Six Sentence Sunday.
“Please.” Harley was begging and didn’t care. She was going to explode.
“Wait for it,” Davis said in a raspy voice.
Harley didn’t know what “it” was but she was sick of waiting. She clenched all of her lower muscles, squeezing the men for all she was worth. It paid off.