“Cruel! What were they?”
“The Brazilian exports? I have no fucking clue. I think Dylan did a Google search or something. We probably just made shit up in the end.”
She laughed, then gave me a stern look. “Don’t even try that on me or you’ll regret it. If you keep me from the bathroom afterthreebeers, I’ll probably peeonyou.”
“Okay, but that’s not really on my list. Unless it’s on yours.”
“What list?”
“Top five kinky things.”
She twitched her nose at me. “Ew. No.”
“Then you still have five things to name.”
“Fine.” She sipped her beer and got serious. “Okay. Kinky things. Um. Tie me up?”
“Really?”
“I don’t know. It’s kinky, right?”
“You can’t just say kinky things. You have to say your top five.”
“Okay. Not the tie up thing.”
“I knew it. Liar.”
“Take a shower with me. Is that kinky?”
“No. But I’ll take it.”
“Hey! It’s kinky for some people.”
“You’ve got four more. Blow my mind.”
“Oh, God.”
I grinned and didn’t even try to pretend I wasn’t enjoying the fuck out of this, as Katie sipped her beer and thought that over. Hard.
“Okay. Suck my toes?”
“Don’t ask. Just tell.”
“Alright. Spank me?”
“Stop asking.”
“Um. Do me while you’re wearing those hot leather pants.”
Christ. I felt my pulse quicken in my throbbing tongue, in my dick, because she’d meant that one. She glanced over at me. I reminded myself that I was driving a very large bus and I’d feel really fucking bad if I killed everyone on it, and trained my eyes on the road. “Which ones?”
“The black ones with the low waist.”
Damn. Now I had a visual.
“That’s not very kinky,” I said, as if my dick wasn’t rock hard. I shifted in my seat, trying to accommodate the hard-on in my jeans.
“Again,” she said, her gaze dropping briefly to my crotch. “Depends who you are.”
