When I come down the stairs, Kiara grins at me. “Do you know gray sweatpants on a man is porn for a woman?” “Is that so?” I chuckle as I take a seat on the couch. Kiara hands me the plate of spaghetti bolognese she made and sets the bottle of water on the coffee table. “Yep, especially if the guy has those fuck-me-muscles you have.” I lift an eyebrow at her. “Fuck-me-muscles?” “The V by your hips. It’s like an arrow straight to your cock.” I can’t keep the grin in any longer. “It’s cute when you say fuck and cock.”
