Alpha Kane's Revenge
I knelt, reaching for what turned out to be a handy Velcro fastening, before commenting, “Nice thong above the knee highs.”
“You shouldn’t be looking,” she muttered.
I smirked. “Is it by invitation only? Come on, slip it back inside.”
Someone coughed, followed by a crackle.
“Should I hang up, Alpha?”
Amy’s face was a picture.
“Wait a minute,” I instructed, smirking. “That should just about cover it.”
“You really are a beast,” she huffed, painting something quite different onto the canvas inside Jarvis’ head.
“Yes, that’s it,” I groaned. “Now, let’s get you up off that cold floor.”
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