“Now the real question is: Do you have the size to back it up, or do you rely on the motion of your ocean?” He eyes my wine glass and his lips curve into a smirk. “Feeling flirty, are we?” I hike a nonchalant shoulder. “I’m just saying, you look like you’ve got skills.” He leans down and his lips brush against my ear. “Cassidy Quinn, you have no idea.”
