“Fucking hell, Saint.” I cupped his face with my hands and kissed him deeply. “You’re just a big pussy cat, huh?” I grinned, teasing, but also painfully in love. I kissed him again, then climbed out of his lap with a small wobble. Zed smirked. “You need me to carry you, boss?” I extended my middle finger. “Bite me, De Rosa.” “Before, during, or after that spanking you want from Daddy Cass?” Zed was way too amused. “Because I’m cool with any of those options. How about you, Grumpy?” Cass flashed a toothy grin and flexed his hand. “Any time, Angel.”
