“Plus, the idea of getting you off is so fucking hot,” he murmured. “Really?” It was hard to wrap my mind around that. Sex had always seemed like it was more about pleasing the guy. “Hell yeah.” His gaze met mine, and he bit his bottom lip, nodding. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about that?” “No idea.” “A lot.” Chase’s eyes danced. “Ah, so you do have a dirty mind.” “Dirty for you.”
