‘I like wearing your gift.’ Rushe leaned down. ‘If I bought you underwear as a gift it sure wouldn’t look like that.’ ‘I’m scared to ask,’ Flick said, taking his front jeans pockets. ‘If you want me to stop wearing it I’ll stop wearing it.’ ‘Damn right you will,’ he said, sweeping his hand under her hair to cup the back of her skull and tip her mouth up for his consumption.
