“It’s appropriately extra. Still romantic, but at least it’s not the wrestlers spelling it out with the letters painted on their asses.” He froze, then huffed in exasperation. “Fuck, that would’ve been so much better. This is why I hired you as our marketing manager, babe.” “So it wasn’t just to keep getting in my pants?” I teased. “I do love getting in your pants,” he rasped, hands sliding down to squeeze my ass, then gave me an uncharacteristically shy smile. “But I love you even more.”
