“You’re the one stabbing me with your cock,” she hisses. “Now that’s a pretty picture,” I breathe in her ear, loving the way her skin pebbles. “Oaf,” she spits. I smirk and wrap one arm around her waist, then grind my erection against her backside. “Tell me more. You know what your insults do to me.” “G, knock it off.” “G? Not ‘oaf’ or ‘simpleton’ or what’s that one that starts with a ‘d’? I really like that one.” “Dolt,” she says tightly. I groan and put my hands on her thighs as we pass a half-built cathedral. “That’s the one. Drives me wild.”
