“Yeah, that’s half the fun. Finesse is beautiful and sensual, but if you haven’t been fucked senseless, you are missing out. You should totally take this opportunity to have a little no-strings-attached fun with Diesel and hone your sexy skills.”

“I’m not like you. I have no sexy skills.” She giggled, but her mind tiptoed into dangerous territory, thinking about her dream and Diesel in all his naked glory. She knew what to do with a guy, even if she hadn’t enjoyed it in the past as much as she wished she had. But what Dixie described was a world away from what she saw herself doing.

“I’m sure he won’t mind showing you the ropes.”

“Diesel is a total womanizer, and he can’t even hold a normal conversation. Can you imagine the pillow talk with that man? Nothing but grunts and growls.”

“Hey, grunts and growls are hot in the bedroom. But I think your pillow talk would go more like this.” She thrust her hips, speaking breathily. “Yes! Harder. More. Oh, oh…Yesss!”

Tracey laughed as she gathered the trash. “You’re a mess. Go home and have your way with Jace.”

“Okay, but at least consider the possibility.”

Tracey rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

“You’re a sucky liar.” Dixie strutted out of the bathroom.

Tracey finished cleaning up the bathroom and went to get the trash from behind the bar, passing Diesel on his way to the kitchen with a tray of glasses.

“Put the bag by the back door. I’ll take it out.”

“You’re busy. I’ve got it.” She had to hand it to him. For as little as he talked, at the end of the night, he never failed to offer to help.

He gave her a narrow-eyed look, like he was going to argue with her, the way he usually did when she took the trash out, but then he shook his head and pushed through the kitchen doors.

Thank God for little favors. She wasn’t in the mood to argue.