Looking at her like you’re about to drop to your knees for her.” Conan barks a laugh. “Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing? Fuck, I get on my knees for Hallie most nights if she calls me a good boy.” I nearly choke on my drink. “Good boy? Like a dog?” Conan glares. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it. Letting her take control is hot as fuck.” I hold up a hand. “Don’t. I don’t want that mental image burned into my brain.” He rolls his eyes.
