“Yes. So unless you want a puddle of my piss in your bed, I suggest you let me go.” “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” he murmurs suggestively against my neck, his breath tickling my skin. “You don’t know what I’m into.” My eyes widen and I scoff. “Gross! Please don’t tell me you actually have a piss kink, Fitz Higgins…” “Asking about what gets me going, are we now, baby?” He tsks. “Aren’t you just a naughty, naughty girl.”
