“How good are you on your knees?” Gareth asked, his voice taking on a huskiness it hadn’t had before. His hands had turned to his own pants, working to undo everything that was in the way. “I’ve never—” I couldn’t finish the sentence, mostly because an evil smirk crossed his face. “Good. That means your mouth is all mine, then. I take it that also means you’ve never fucked before?”
