“I’ll check.” “After you put pants on?” He chuckled. “You already want me covered, Fireball?” “I do have work to get done. All this is a little distracting.” I gestured to his chest. “Guess I better wear a shirt, then.” “Guess so.” He slid his hands up my ass, squeezing. “How much do I get to touch you today?” My face warmed. “Depends how much work I get done.” “We’d better get going, then.”
