“God.” Hannah drops her head against the seats behind us. “I forgot how talkative you are in bed.” “I’m happy to remind you.” I pull down on her bottom lip with my thumb. “And stop calling me god, sweetheart. You know my name. You screamed it last time, didn’t you?” “Careful, Brody.” A palm, right over my cock. Thank fuck it’s dark as hell outside so the driver can’t see what she’s doing. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll make you get on your knees.”
