C30 CLAMPDOWN AND KYLE'S RETRIEVAL

Lysander was already inside the house, his hands all over Miranda. But his mind? That was somewhere else entirely, cooking up his next move.

"Damn, girl," Lysander whistled, his fingers dancing along Miranda's arm. "You're something else, you know that?"

Miranda leaned in, her eyes sparkling like a cat that just spotted a mouse. "Oh yeah? Tell me more, hot stuff," she purred