“You might want to shower first,” Denise said, shivering at the flick of his tongue under her ear. “I’d offer to join you, but it’s so small, you might not even fit.” A low laugh ticked her. “You can always watch…again.” She was confused, then understanding bloomed about that night in Vegas. “You knew?” Another laugh, infinitely more wicked. “I wanted you to watch, so I stomped around the room to wake you before I got into the shower. Didn’t you wonder why the light was on? It wasn’t for me, I can see in the dark. And then I kept the water cold so the glass wouldn’t fog.”
lmaooooo
