Page 36 of Bad Blood Panther

Xander grinned wickedly. “Nope. That was really funny, though. Your face got all red and I thought your head was going to explode.” He licked his spoon. “My favorite’s missionary.”

That was unexpected. “It is?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. You just seem like…well, like that would be kind of tame and boring for you.”

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. Firstly, because tame and boring and sex with you don’t even belong in the same sentence. And secondly, I like it because I can feel all your skin, and the way your boobs smush just right against my chest, and you wrap yourself all around me so it’s like being one of those pig-in-a-blanket thingies, except it’s me wrapped up in Jenny pastry. And I can make out with you while we’re doing it, and watch your eyes get all drunk and happy-looking.”

He reached over and took her spoon out of her hand, stealing another bite of ice cream. “Not that I don’t like wild and fun sex, too. Like, sometime I’d like to see you dress up as a slutty saloon girl with a corset and garters and fishnets and no panties, and bend over so I could fuck you from behind while I’m wearing nothing but leather chaps and a cowboy hat.”

He handed the spoon back. “But missionary’s my most favorite.”

As they were lying in bed after finishing the ice cream and trying out several positions on Xander’s list, he said, “I almost forgot. Don’t make any plans for next Sunday.”

She bit his pec gently, then licked the spot. “Damn,” she said. “I had a date with Chris Hemsworth that day. Should I postpone it?”

Xander growled. “Yes. Forever. No fucking of the movie stars. Don’t make me get strict with you.”

“Mmm,” she said, making a circle around his nipple with her tongue. “Jealous?”

“No, because his sexiness is as nothing, compared to mine. His dick is but a small twig, next to my mighty redwood. He probably farts when women go down on him. He—”

“Okay, eeuw,” she said. “No more fart images. I’ll cancel Chris. What’s up?”

“A seriously big surprise,” he said. “You’re going to love it. In fact, it’s so amazingly big I’m sending you away with the girls so I can set it up.”

“Really?” Now her kitty curiosity was burning. “Give me a hint.”

“No.”

“What if I massage your back?”

“No.”

“What if I massage your redwood?”

“Mmm… Noo…mmmaybe…oh. Ffuck…”