night, Mr. Knight,” I say. I let my fingers toy over the ridges of his stomach. “The sea sex was awesome. Ocean orgasms should definitely have been first on my to-do list,” I say.
“Hindsight twenty-twenty.”
I nod in agreement. “But then the bed sex was good too. I’ve moved you up to a solid A minus now.”
“Oh, really?” he says, reaching over and hauling me up on top of him. I straddle his waist, my hands perched on his abdomen as I balance myself. From this angle, I get a very nice “hi there and hello” from his friendly staff.
“Just an A minus?” he challenges as he grips me by the waist.
“Like I said, always room for improvement.”
“You’re going to have to pay for that, my darling Valentine.”
I love it when he calls me that.
“Psh,” I scoff. “I’m not afraid of you.”
His eyes light up. That should’ve been my first warning. “Well, that was the wrong thing to say,” he murmurs with mirth. That should’ve been my second warning.
Apparently, I’m bad at warnings.
One second, his hands are firmly on my waist, and the next, he starts drumming and poking into my sides, making my muscles jump and my mouth pop open in surprise as sensation pings into me.
Immediately, mortifying snorts of laughter mixed in with animal screeches that I didn’t know I was capable of making, come tumbling out of my mouth as I desperately try to get away from his assault.
Of course, he locks me in place with his legs as I continue to try to buck off and flail away.
“What’s happening?” I squeal.
His fingers dig into my sides, over my ribs, in my armpits, on the inside of my thighs...and I fricken lose it, laughing so hard that I feel abs forming as I plead with him.
“Why...what...no!” I pant through bellows of chortling guffaws.
“You’re so fucking ticklish,” he says in delight between his own bouts of laughter that he’s letting out at my expense.
“I don’t like it!” I howl.
“You’re laughing,” he points out.
“It’s the worst!” Tears of hysterical giggles stream down my face, my smile so wide that my cheeks hurt.
“Tell me I have an A plus, and I’ll stop.”
“Never!” I am woman. Hear me snort.
His eyes glitter with predatory challenge. “Wrong answer.”
I thought he was brutally tickling me before. Nope. This. This is worse.
I’m on my back before I can blink, and Warren has me pinned beneath him. His dancing fingers continue their assault all over my ticklish body, but then he adds to it by starting to blow obnoxiously loud raspberries right over my belly.
“Okay, okay, okay! Uncle! Fucking uncle!” I cry.
He doesn’t relent, and I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe.
“Say the words, Miss Valentine.”
“A plus! A plus!” I shout, my body shimmying from side to side. “You get an A fricken plus!”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his ticklish torment abruptly stops, and he looks down at me like the cocky bastard he is.
I narrow my eyes at him as my boobs rise up and down from my erratic breathing. “That was a dirty trick.”
He shrugs, still straddling my body but careful not to put all his weight on me. “I never said I wasn’t dirty,” he says with a salacious smirk.
“Being tickled is exhausting,” I say, suddenly feeling like I need a nap. “Okay, right,” I say, switching gears. “So, while I have you here…”
He cocks a brow at me. “Pretty sure I have you.”
I wave a hand at him. “Same thing. Anyway, now that we’ve been on an official date and done the dirty business, I figured this is the twenty questions part of our relationship.”
“Twenty questions?”
“Yeah, you know, where we move past what’s your favorite color and when your pussy comes all over my cock, I want my tongue in your mouth sort of thing. Now we’re at the part where we talk about the other stuff, ask each other questions, right?”
His eyes glitter in amusement and heat from me reciting his dirty words back to him from last night. I smack him playfully on the chest. “Focus!”
“Apologies. Please continue,” he says, as he begins to trail his hands up my sides and grip my breasts. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I love these tits.”
My breath catches at his words and his hands, but I soldier on. “So...yeah. The real stuff,” I say, forcing my eyes to snap up from his ministrations on my chest to look back at his eyes so I can focus. “It’s