I shove the T-shirt over her blonde head. A soft, sexy moan pulls from her lips as my fingertips sweep over her thighs, and I grit my teeth. “There,” I say thickly. Mouse sits there, silently judging me and my fat fucking erection. I’m so hard it hurts to move. “No. Not the bracelets,” she murmurs when I reach for her bangles. “They’re solid gold. Stolen from pirates.” I sink onto the edge of the bed beside her. “Whatever you say.”
