If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated." Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty." Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.
Becca FitzpatrickHey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?
Becca FitzpatrickDonโt start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.โ โShe needed a ride.โ I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. โWhat kind of ride?โ โNot that kind of ride,โ he said slowly.
Becca FitzpatrickI shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.
Becca FitzpatrickHe nuzzles my neck affectionately. "I love you. I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.
Becca FitzpatrickHere it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
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