A flash of red moved across her cheeks before she said, “Professional haircut”—her eyes were on my head and then lowered—“trimmed beard, a neck that could easily hold a tie.” She circled the air with her finger, as though she were adding up each detail. “I can visualize it.”
And what I could visualize was taking off that sweatshirt with my goddamn teeth, instantly sucking one of her n*****s into my mouth, gnawing on the end. I’d position her on her back, leaning her up on her elbows so she could spread her legs around me.
“You’re picturing the tie around my neck … or somewhere else?”
Even her laugh was smooth. “Jenner, you certainly know how to make a girl blush.” She gripped her hair, like she needed to hold on to something. “But if you want an honest answer, your neck isn’t the only p
