You’re a fuckin unicorn, John Chevelle.” That gets a small laugh out of him. “I’m a mystical, sparkly rainbow creature?” I snort into his neck, licking and biting him until he shivers. “Yes. That’s exactly what you are.” “Watch it, cowboy,” he threatens, though his voice flutters in his arousal; his need. “You forget I can fully kick your ass.” “And I can make you come from spanking yours.” My lips move on the flesh of his throat, taking in that succulent scent of his. “So, I’m more powerful.”
