I let out a soft moan when he trails his fingers down my neck to dance them along my collarbone. “And what do you think about doing that’s so wicked?”

He traces a line along one of my tits, making me inhale sharply and instinctively arch my chest out to him as my head tips back. I can’t breathe, let alone talk, and when he runs his thumb over my nipple, I breathe out a “Fuck,” that has him laughing again.

“We’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth ...