She laughed more. “Do your own research. The last thing you need is me giving you ideas.” She purred, low and husky, “Assassin mine.”
Victor chuckled along with her. “You’re probably right dear, I can be a little devious when I choose to be,” he said while a smirk danced across his lips. Instinctively a shiver ran through him at the sound of her voice and his new nickname. “I do so love it when you call me that darling.”
“/That/ is only for when you are submitting to me,” Summer told him, reaching up to poke his nose. “You look around and see what you might want to try, and we’ll talk about it.” Slowly, she eased herself off him, eyes sliding shut at the sensation. “Roll over, please, I want to look at your back.”