“I don’t do anything halfway.” I hooked a finger through his beltloops and tugged him to me for a kiss. “Looking forward to a demonstration when we get home.” “Not until the tree is decorated.” My eyebrow ticked up. “Really, I rank below a Christmas tree?” Quinn laughed. “It’s not just any tree. It’s a truly impressive specimen. Big, strong form with full—” “Are you planning to fuck this tree?” Another trill of laughter.
