“Good god,” Elma breathed, moving to the door. “Nothing happened. If you say anything…” she swallowed dryly. He cocked an eyebrow. “Say anything about what? How good you taste? The sound you make when you come? How much I want to kill whoever’s outside your door and lay you out on the bed just so I can hear that sound again?” He smiled serenely. “I won’t say a word.”
