“Of course I’m gunna brag about it,” Tony laughed, rolling his eyes. “But not to my friends. Just to you. You think I’m gunna let you forget this ever?” He chuckled, giving Summer a gentle kiss. “Good to know you still think I’m that much of an asshole though.”
She whacked him. A rush of feeling, complex and tangled, drove energy through her bones, and she sat up, climbed off his lap, and grabbed his hand. “Not on the couch. I want a bed, a proper bed, and more kisses.”
“Whatever you say, princess,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. He quickly led Summer to his room and threw himself on the bed. “Come on,” he grinned, holding his arms out to her. “We got all night but I hate waiting,” he laughed.
Slowly, she climbed onto the bed after him, sliding into his arms and lifting her face to his. A few kisses, slow and hot, emboldened her enough to push him over on his back. One leg swung over his hip, and then she was clutching his hands, eyes wide and a little frightened, and pressing down on his cock.