“Janna was spoiled,” Devon said, his tone reflective. “Aye, she was. She was also petulant and a pain in the ass who didn’t have a sense of humor. Fine tits on her, mind.” He nipped Sascha’s shoulder. “Not as fine as these beauties though,” he told her, squeezing her boob as he spoke. She snorted. “Thanks for the backhanded compliment.”
