Chapter 408 Theory

As Anne worked, her confidence grew. She took him deeper, inch by inch, her tongue swirling and teasing as she went.

Even with her mouth full, she managed to pull back just enough to speak, her voice soft yet laced with teasing intent.

"Do you like this, Ross?" she asked, her words muffled but unmistakably seductive. Her tongue continued its dance, her lips curling into a slight smile as she waited for his response.

Ross chuckled darkly, his composure mostly intact despite her efforts.

"Of course," he said smoothly, his voice tinged with amusement.

"But if you want to win, Anne, you'll have to do better than that."

Anne's eyes narrowed slightly, her competitive streak flaring to life. She wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

Before she could respond, Ross leaned forward, his hands moving with deliberate purpose.