Her name was Shelly. Usually Lance was horrible about names, but this sexy delight with long cinnamon hair and equally long legs had written her name on his hand. “So you know what to moan” she’d said by way of introduction.

As far as pickup lines went, that one really worked for him.

Shelly had a smile that lit up her face every time he pretended to check for her name. But that was all it was… pretending. Lance was going to remember that particular name long after he’d forgotten the killer body and skilled hands.

“Ahhh, yeah… …. …Shelly.”