“Yeah, I don’t think anyone wants to see my thirty-eight-year-old body. But I bet Preston would make bank,” I said with a grin. His arm moved from my neck to my hip as he frowned at me. “Don’t say that.” “Don’t say what? That you would make money, getting naked in front of a camera?” I’d only been teasing him even if it was true. “No. About yourself. You have a beautiful body, Laney.” “Preston’s right. You have a banging body, Laney.”
