“Well, you know what I always say. A good man can’t be stolen. He knows who his heart belongs to, and no amount of promises of backflips on his cock will have him straying.” Emmett snickers against my lips. “Nobody backflips on my cock but you, baby.” “Just as well,” my grandma says on a sigh. “I’d break a hip. Can’t get down and dirty the way your granddad and I used to back in the day, Cara.
