I grin at him. “Praise? From Anthony Winter?” “I’m capable of it, in small doses.” His hands slide down and grip my ass. “When something really impresses me.” “Oh?” “Yes. Like you, for example. And this. Not to mention these two. Or here, where I—” I cut him off with a kiss. His hands return to my waist and tug me close as I lose myself in him and he in me, in the beautiful place where time stops altogether.
