“Same goes if you find all your shorts have been turned up another inch tomorrow.” He grins like this has made his day. “You like my thighs?” “Nope. You misheard me.” “I’d pay good money to watch you grind on one of them.” I halt in my tracks, all my blood rushing south. I frantically bat away the erotic visions that fly toward me. “What?” “Nope. You misheard me,”
