He leans forward, planting his hands on the bed and looking me over. ‘Time to lose the thong.’ I scoff. I don’t think so. ‘Get those clothes off, mister, and then we’ll talk. Unless you really do have a hairy ba—eeek!’ My words turn to a squeal as he makes a grab for my ankles and tugs me down the bed, towards him. ‘You’d better help me, then,’ he says, and I scramble to my knees at a speed that makes him chuckle. But I don’t care, because I’m finally, finally getting to unwrap my delicious present, and I couldn’t give a shit if his back was an actual pelt. (Well, maybe I would. But I’m pretty
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