He smirks, grabbing the front of my shirt and planting a hard kiss against my lips. “Tell me and it’s on. But no more cheap shots.” “No promises.” I reach down and pinch his ass. “Yours is on the kitchen counter.” He narrows his eyes at me. “No fair, you’re going to trap me in there.” “Guess you’ll have to fight your way out. Unless you don’t think you’re up for it.” “Oh, it is so fucking on.”
