“Will you let me make up for it?” I pull her palm to my lips, making sure not to press too hard. “Depends.” Her grin is wicked. “What did you have in mind?” “Breakfast in bed for the next month? A thousand orgasms? An island? Name your price.” Her brow shoots up. “A thousand orgasms? Don’t you think that’s a tad unattainable?” “Lillith, if I have to strap you to the bench downstairs for the next three years, I’ll do it.” I grab the bar of soap and massage it into her palm. “Nothing is unattainable when it comes to you. I’d burn this whole fucking city down if you needed me to.”
