Chapter 122

With a laugh, I correct her, “This boy is bad.” For emphasis, I slap Dan’s ass and hurry him into the kitchen.

Over his shoulder, my lover murmurs, “Like I’m the only one.”

My hands on his back propel him around the table to our closed door. “I didn’t say that,” I tease.

Inside our room, the door once again shut on the rest of the family, Dan plops on the edge of the bed and unzips his jeans with a huge sigh of relief. “Damn,” he breathes, lying back. His erection stands up from his open fly like the short, hard tail of a small dog. How does the saying go? Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails…the thought makes me grin like a fool, and Dan closes one eye as he watches me from where he lies on the bed. “What are you thinking about?”