“What do you want?” Park whispered into the crease of his thigh. “You can have anything.” He pressed an open kiss to Cooper’s skin. “My mouth? My tongue? My ass? My dick?” “Yes, good,” Cooper groaned. “That sounds good.” Park laughed breathlessly. “You have to choose. Or do you need me to repeat the options?” “What is this, a game show? Who Wants to Get Fucked? Do I get to phone a friend?”
