“I guess we should get going. Your butt isn’t broken—yet. What are these plans you have later that you need a fracture-free booty for?” Fab asked, her gaze on the ice and her arm around Likotsi’s back. “Making love to you again. If you want.” Likotsi waited. Steeled herself against rejection, but then Fab squeezed her tight. Fab looked at her and the right corner of her mouth lifted. “You’re gonna put it on me, aren’t you?” Heat suffused Likotsi’s body. “That is the plan.”
