He hums. “That’s fine. The ways I plan on defiling your body tonight don’t make babies, anyway.” Those flutters are quickly replaced by a hammering heartbeat. “It’s been a while since I fucked your ass.” He flashes a sexy smile. A challenge. And I’m not sure he’s joking. “Henry …,” I warn. “I just want to give my future mother-in-law something to pray for. It’s my Christmas gift to her.” “Trust me, she already prays to the Lord for your salvation every day.” He throws the car into Reverse. “After this holiday, she’ll be crossing herself for me until Easter.”
