His cock jerked against my belly—monsters were never done with fucking, as far as I'd learned—and I thought I might rise to my toes, invite him into me, when he stepped away. "Wash," he said, and I was offended at how steady his voice was. "I have plans for you." "Plans that can't start here?" I asked, no longer concerned with covering myself. "They start here by us cleaning up," Laszlo answered, one sharp feather-tipped eyebrow lifting. I snorted
