“You also kept my torn panties. You like to keep trophies of your conquests?” He chuckles. “No. But I do like help remembering your scent when I’m jacking off at night. And no offense, Wolfe, but bras don’t really do the trick in that department.” I gape at him, my face getting hot. “You’re not—” “Serious?” He smirks. “Deadly.”
