“I’m gonna climb your dick like Mount Everest, buttercup,” he murmured in my ear as Roary led the way out of the elevator and I elbowed him in the ribs. “You try that and G-spot Joe is gonna be dead G-spot Joe,” I warned but he just grinned wider and I couldn’t resist the urge to return it. Fuck, I was relieved he was okay. But dammit, why did I like this idiot so much?
LOL I hope this happens. Not the death but the climbing
