“Thanks, Pips.” I wet my lips again, wanting to pull her in just a little bit closer. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—I fucking love your legs. They’re so sexy, and I bet…” I pause. Do I say the rest? Do I tell her what I’m really thinking? Why the fuck not? “I bet they’d look good wrapped around me.”

Her mouth slightly parts as her grip on my cheek shifts. I wait for her to pull away, to almost be surprised by my answer, but instead, she replies, “I love your arms. It’s obvious that you spend time in the gym, and I love that they’re not super bulky but rather thick and carved, and they wrap around me perfectly.”

I tug on my lip ring and say, “Pips, that ass of yours in those pajama shorts that you wear? Deathly. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve snuck glances at you while you wear those.”

I can feel her cheek heat from the compliment.

“You have a nice…um…bulge.”

That makes me chuckle.

“Just…thick-looking.”

“Checked it out?”

“Hard not to in the shorts you wear.”

Satisfaction rushes through me. “You have great tits. I stared at them a few times while you were in your bathing suit. Also, amazing nipples, and you have no problem with them being hard, which I love. I hate when women hide their hard nipples. You don’t. You just let them be hard, and it’s sexy as fuck.”

She wets her lips again, and I catch her chest rising and falling just a little bit harder. “I really like how big⁠—”

“Time’s up,” Sanders says as the music stops, and we’re forced to get out of our chair.

She takes my hand, and I lean down and whisper, “You really like how big what?”

She shakes her head. “That activity is over. On to the next.”

“Tease,” I say, tugging on her hand as we find the next seat.

Once we are situated, the music starts, and I pull the card.

“Take this time to freely touch your partner in any way you want.” I lift a brow and smirk at her. “Any way I want, huh? Where should I start?”

“You seem far too excited about this.”

“Damn right I am. After you fondled me this morning, it’s my turn to have some fun.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and she rolls her eyes dramatically.

Fuck, I’m loving this playful, lighter side of her.

“Well, I know where I want to start,” she says.

“Yeah? Where’s that? Where you left off this morning?”

“No,” she answers and then lifts her thumb to my lip ring. “This fascinates me. I feel feral when you tug on it with your teeth.”

“Feral, huh?”