I get impatient and shove my pants and underwear over my hips, gracelessly kicking them off. Chase’s hand trails down my stomach. He doesn’t immediately go for the hot button and rub it like he’s expecting a genie to appear. Instead, he slides his hand between my thighs and cups me. “I’m so fucking excited to get real personal with your precious.” I laugh and he smiles. “Should we try out the scene you were writing? For research purposes, of course.” His eyes are alight with carnal desire. “Sure. Yeah. Okay.” This is actually happening. I’m going to sit on Chase’s face. On purpose.
