“What makes you think you know mine?”
I smiled against his cheek. “Have you forgotten? I know your breaking point and your tipping point, and I know exactly how to get you there.”
“It’s been seven years, as you keep reminding me. What if it’s changed?”
“I’m very good at adapting.” I pulled back so a whisper of air hovered between our lips. “But it hasn’t changed a bit.”
“She thinks she’s so smart.”
Another smile tugged at my lips, and I whispered, “She knows if she drops her hand and brushes it against your groin, you’ll be hard and ready to take her in the first possible place.”
“Is that right?”
“Mhmm. A wall is the likely choice…” I placed my fingers against his belt,
