She said it completely deadpan.
Then, in a tiny, cracked voice of her laugh echoed diffusing the effects of her words. "That was a joke… mostly."
Phei's hand slid lower while applying a bit of his Goddess Fall Touch—slow, possessive—settling just above the supple-soft heavy and round curve of her bare ass cheek, shameless as her.
His fingers splayed wide enough to feel the heat pouring off her bare skin, thumb tracing one lazy, maddening circle at the base of her spine that made her thighs clench and shake and a fresh gush of wetness coat his pants.
When his palm finally cupped one full, round bare supple-soft ass cheek—gods, the feel of it—it was perfection: plush yet firm, the kind of ass that filled his hand like it was made for his grip, soft outer layer giving way just enough to let his fingers sink in before meeting the taut, toned muscle beneath.
Warm, silky-smooth skin still damp from the shower, trembling slightly under his touch.
