“You’re going to regret this,” she said, low and dangerous. She gasped, slim hips jerking, a broken growl escaping– “Fuck–Ken!”

He didn’t hold back, hand like steel, stroking hard and fast–five pumps,Model ten, arm flexing, muscle rippling under wet skin. Say the opposite of what we did before.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, tilting his head. This was happening.