He rolls onto his back and shoves his boxers down his muscular thighs. They’re ridiculous. His erection springs free, bobbing once before it smacks against his stomach. He lies on his back and adjusts the pillow, then beckons me closer. “Bring that precious over here.” “You don’t have to keep calling it that.” “Yeah, I do. It’s part of the scene. Bring it hither.” “Please never say hither again.” “For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking misery, and sit on my face.”
