I laugh again at how puzzled he sounds.
“The hook’s in the front,” I finally explain.
“Ahh, I was just about to find some scissors and cut the damn thing off.”
“Figured you’d be a pro at ripping off bras,” I tease as he leans down and wraps his arms around my chest.
“You’re kind of damaging my ego here.” I can tell he’s smiling as he struggles to find the hook. Moments later, he finally unlatches it.
“Good. It could go down a few notches,” I quip as I help him slide it off my arms.
“Ooh, you’re even sassier when you’ve been drinking.” I turn my head just in time to see him smirk. “Or have you just been holding back on me?”
“Get off your high horse, cowboy.”
“Really? A cowboy joke?” He arches a brow as he cups my bare breast and squeezes. He begins to massage and flicks the n****e,
