“Blake,” I murmur. Just like before, she squeezes me through my slacks, and I jerk in her grasp. The friction––no matter how little––is too good. Too promising. Too consuming. I squeeze her throat again in warning, and her smile widens as she holds my gaze hostage. “I believe you’ve earned my mouth, Teddy. The question is…what are you going to do with it?” Fuuuuck.
