“I’ll repeat: you came to me.” Summer lifted her hand and brushed a fingertip over his lips.
“So are you not wanting to go ahead with this then?”
She smiled slyly. “Oh, I definitely want to go ahead with it.” She lowered her eyelashes and looked up through them. “So what do you like, Pietro? Should I lay you out on the bed and tell you not to touch me while I touch you everywhere but where you want me? What if I scrape you with my fingernails? Should I suck you off?”