“Keep laughing,” she growled as she straddled his chest. “But you’re going down.” “On you?” he shot back, waggling his brows. “Yes, please.” “Gerard!” “Claire,” he purred. “Ag—” She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” she hissed, leaning close to his face. “And stop licking my hand.” “You…ant…e…oo…ick…your.…ussy…stead…”
