“ put your hands on my ass… ”
“On your what?” Nate asked as his hands traveled along May’s slender shoulders, “You mean shoulders?” He asked, a small smile tugging at his lips, “No? Hmmm, let’s see. Must have heard you wrong. How about here? Waist?” He inquired, this time his smile mischievous as he tugged her closer. When she flashed him her signature look of irritation, Nate chuckled and brought his hands to her hips, “Maybe here?” He hummed while digging his fingers into her soft curves. A feeling he’d never get tired of. When he could tell her irritation was morphing into infuriation, he brushed his hands over the globes of her perfect ass and squeezed hard as his lips found the special spot on her neck. The one that usually got him out of trouble. “Oh, you meant your ass. Should have just said so in the first place.”

















