“I didn’t even take it out. I haven’t taken anything out yet,” Cooper added pointedly. “What honeyed words you whisper, Mr. Dayton.” “I can only work with what you give me here.” “And what is it exactly that you want me to give you?” Park teased. “Your...mouth?” Cooper guessed doubtfully, and wondered if the word mouth had always sounded unerotic or if that was a recent development. “And your...fingers? Am I hot or cold?” Park sighed, unfortunately not in an Oh Cooper, the skeptical tone you use when talking about my body really does it for me way. “You’ve been hotter.”
