“All right.” I run a finger over his torso, mustering a fake smile. “I’ll think about what to write on the invitation.” I cup his erection. It’s swollen and full in my hand. But when I try to kiss his neck, he withdraws with a cold smile. “You do that, Ever. I’ll give you some time to write it down.” He wrestles a tee onto his body, grabs his keys, and leaves.
