“I’m going to fuck you in there. Then on that kitchen counter behind me. And then in bed.” “Okay,” she breathes. “So agreeable.” I smirk against her lips. “The man I love wants to fuck me three times in a row. Who am I to say no?” She giggles against my mouth, and I want to die and come back to life. “God, Billie. I love your giggles.”
