Creed threw his arm over my shoulders and we watched Colt walk off. “What do I have to bribe you with to get a meat lover's-style pizza?” Creed whispered in my ear. I laughed. “Hmm…my price would be physical. I don’t think you’ll want to do it.” He shifted so that we were facing each other. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.” I circled my arms around his waist as I stared up at him. “What I want would involve your hands.” I brought my voice down to a whisper. “They’d have to do some rubbing and massaging and they might even get a little dirty.” The more I talked, the higher his brows rose.
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