“You really are jealous, Freckles.” Atticus stared out the windshield at the sea of cars. “Shut up.” Atticus jumped as Jericho’s hand landed on his thigh, sliding dangerously higher. “I like it. It’s hot seeing you get all flustered and possessive. Especially when it leads to you on your knees for me. You look so fucking good on your knees for me.”
