“Why are you constantly implying that you’d like to have sex with me? To distract me from the campaign?” He mirrored my posture, easing his forearms onto the table and clasping his hands together. My gaze drifted to his badass ink. “Not at all. I was implying I’d like to have sex with you because I do in fact want to fuck you senseless. I’m glad to know that it was distracting though. Added bonus.”
