“What would the wager entail?” “If I’m right, you owe me a favor. And I offer the same in reverse should I be proven wrong.” “So if I’m right then you owe me a favor.” “Yes.” “I can’t think of anything I want from you,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose. “You can’t?” he murmured. “What a pity.” There were many, many things he’d like from Justine, not all of them suitable for polite conversation. Most of them centered on the topic of her pussy and his tongue.
