“If I were a betting man, I’d say your panties are getting damp, Killer.” I lift her chin with my finger as she swallows hard before parting her lips. “No time for that, baby. We’ve got plans.” “You would be wrong,” she replies breathily. “Really?” I arch an eyebrow. Surely she feels this, too? “Yeah, but that’s only because I’m not wearing any panties.” Fuck. She’s living up to her nickname a little too well. My dick is gonna fucking burst. She’s right about control; I’ve got zero of it. She’s got me by the balls.
