“So, do you want to keep talking?” Springing up, I reached for the hem of my T-shirt and whipped it off. “Or should we get naked and screw?” “Jesus Christ.” Chuckling softly, Joey mirrored my actions and pulled his hoodie and T-shirt over his head. “Where did I find you?” “Your dreams.” Reaching for the waistband of my knickers, I quickly shoved them down my thighs and clambered on top of his lap. “Hey, stud.” “Hey, queen.” “Queen?” My eyes danced with delight as I reached for the waistband of his sweats. “Now you’re talking my language.”
