“Of all the surfaces in the house, you wanna start with the bed?” Xander teased. “You virgin.” “I’m a romantic, sue me,” Milo said, pressing kisses against their neck, shoulders, wherever he could reach. As if he couldn’t get enough. It was downright fucking intoxicating. Xander nodded, trying to collect their thoughts, very serious. “Yes, it was so romantic to grind me to orgasm on the kitchen counter. Very prim and proper.” Milo groaned and let his head drop to the bed. “I can’t stand you.” “We’re not standing right now.”
