“Next time we go anywhere remind me to bring a spare pair of panties in my purse,” she says, her amused eyes flicking to mine.
“Next time don’t look as beautiful and we won’t have a problem,” I tell her, liking the heat I find in the depths of her eyes as we pass beneath the streetlight. “Besides,” I continue, lowering my voice in the way she sensually reacts to, “we both know that I like that you can still feel me inside you. And you like that you can, too. So I say, next time, skip the panties all together.”
As expected, her eyes flare red-hot with desire. “Blackwood, you are a dirty, dirty man.”
“I accept that title with pride, sweetheart.” I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm. “And you like that, too.”
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