“Are you going to the club?” “Of course not. What gave you that idea?” He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his outfit—all the way to his sexy bare feet. “I just thought I’d take my pants out on a walk.” I glared. Smart mouth. Smart fucking sexy mouth. Christ. I wanted to fuck him so bad, wanted it more than anything I’d wanted in my life. He’d treated me to a trial, and I wanted the full version—without ads. Charge my credit card.
