He burst out laughing, tension easing from his shoulders.

“How about Paul Stanley?”

“Starchild.” I played along.

“Seriously—is there any band whose members, songs, and entire history you don’t know by heart?”

“I… have a good memory.”

“And excellent taste in music.”

“Thank you. Now… if it’s not too much trouble…” I pointed between my legs.

“Ah, little bunny.” His voice dropped, rough and hungry. “I could eat you out for hours. But my cock is fucking ...