“What?” “You’re gnawing on my ear.” “I’m giving you love nibbles. Brock just did it.” Genevieve snorted and leaned away from his amorous mouth. “If Brock jumped off a cliff…” “Man, I wish he’d jump off a cliff. That is one obnoxious guy.” “You’re just mad I wouldn’t let you pick the book with the anti-terrorist agent hero.” “Hell yeah. Now that would be awesome. Better than this pussy.” The other book had had a more erotic bent, which was why Genevieve had insisted on the sweeter historical. Though she had become at ease around Alex, narrating an erotic romance stretched outside her comfort bounds. As Alex moved down her neck, she sighed and tilted her head to give him better access. Though he’d never admit it aloud, the sex yesterday afternoon had overexerted him; he’d been out cold for the better part of the night.
