Hacking and gagging, she doubled over the counter laughing. We eventually got out of the shower and crawled into bed. But it’s not my ass.”
“I know. I’d have felt bad if you’d drowned.”
“If I’d DROWNED?!?” She slapped my thighs. “Bourbon? Olivia’s breath was coming in short, shallow gasps and her hips swayed back and forth trying to get more contact. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I bet they were rolling up inside her head. You’re welcome to take whatever you want.”
“Thanks, but I think this is all I need for right now.” She parted the robe, revealing one of my dress shirts. She was going to take my load, but not without it being on her terms. The walk wound around to the back of the house, a stone home from the 19th century. Do you have any formal training?”
We chatted for a bit about art, what she was painting and what other walls she’d tagged.
