Baby, you stare at my dick any longer, Miss Mildred’s gonna have to send out a search party.”
… “I was staring at your hip muscles,” I corrected.
“Whatever,” he muttered, his lips now smiling too, then louder, “just sayin’, anything in that vicinity, your eyes on it, it’ll get thoughts on its own.”
“So noted,” I mumbled.

Autore: Kristen Ashley