“Fuck her. Make it good, little Hercules, but neither of you are allowed to come.” My heartbeat picks up, thundering in my chest in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.” “Yes, Sir,” Meg echoes, though she gives her words an ironic slant. I snag her hips and drag her under me. “Always so mouthy.” “You’re one to talk.”
The banter is 10/10
