“I have work to do, as you well know,” I chastised him, reaching out to slap his chest, my hand meeting with the firm muscle of his pec and lingering against his deliciously dark skin. “But tell me, did he scream like a salamander in a cesspit?” Max chuckled cruelly, leaning in and dominating me with that big aura of his as his mouth dropped to my ear. “I made him beg for his momma and piss his pants for good measure,” he growled,
