He nods fast. “Yes, please.” “Mmm… So you can be nice to me,” I murmur, sloshing around the bottle of booze. My hand runs up the hard lines of his abs, then onto his chest, cupping his pectoral. “You’re a good boy when we’re all alone…” “Avi, I said I’m sorry,” he whispers, but I shake my head. “Not right now.”
