“I bet I could make you c*m just like this.” He kisses my ear and drags his fingers along my thigh. “By just talking. Telling you what I want to do to you. Hardly even touching you.” His fingers ghost over my d**k, and my hips move on their own volition, seeking more of his touch.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
He sucks my earlobe, dances over my c**k yet again, and whispers, “Good. Hold that thought.”
Hold that…What?
Before I have time to finish my thought, his hands are gone from my body, footsteps are walking away from the couch, and I open my eyes.
“What just happened?” I ask the ceiling.
“Dinner is ready,” Viggo singsongs.
“Dinner is ready?” My brain isn’t working properly yet.
“Mhm. You know. Food.”
“I know what food is,” I grumble.
“Food is good. Food is necessary if we’re going to be
