His Plump Mate
“She said, since we have to shrink this as an enhancement, we should make it like a glove. That way, our hands are still free for combat!”
Isaiah shot his eyebrows up…sexy. “Really? Can you do that?”
Sinclair shrugged, “I mean, cell phones are mini-computers. TVs are now flat. I don’t see why not.”
“We are going to call Thalia and see if she likes the idea.”
“I think that’s a great idea. If you can pull that off, then hell yeah, let’s do it.”
I wrapped my arms around Isaiah and kissed him deeply. He growled his approval, and then, as I walked away, he popped my butt. ‘Down, boy! Definitely later.’