“I’m going to do the polite thing right now and give you a heads up that I’m going to steal your panties during dinner tonight,” he growls against my mouth. “Because afterwards, I want you to sit on the back of my motorcycle knowing that the entire ride home, I’m going to be thinking about that bare pussy leaking onto the seat behind me—and fantasizing about how quickly I’ll be able to lick it up as soon as we’re home.”
