“You didn’t say the magic word.” She’s squirming on my lap, which does not go unnoticed by my dick. “Is the magic word tacos?” I ask. “No.” My fingers dance up her rib cage again. “Is it Felix Walters is a god among men?” She laughs. “That’s not one word.” “I know, but it was worth a shot. Plus, I just wanted to throw it out there, so you’d know it was okay if you were feeling that too.” “Your ego is impressive.” “All of me is impressive,” I say before I can think better of it. She just giggles. “Please, hot stuff, may I have your leftover tacos?”
