Pisces Floors Taurus de Anyta Sunday
The breach felt insanely good. “I can’t believe you never told me you love to top,” Zane groaned.
Beckett swatted his hand away and took over teasing his hole. “It didn’t seem . . . pertinent.”
Kill Zane now. “You used that big word on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What? Pertinent?” Beckett said innocently.
Zane scowled into a punishing kiss. “You know I love it when you use clever words.” And that one sounded particularly perky and pointy and penis-tenty.