Anton’s POV
She was nervous, if her lip biting and hand fidgeting was of any indication. I just didn't know why, and she wasn't exactly Miss Talkative at the moment.
"Ana," I said softly, taking her hand in mine, "Talk to me."
She released her lip and said, "I think -" she shook her head and started again, "What did you have in mind for the rest of tonight?"
I smirked, "Ravishing you."
A beautiful blush tinted her cheeks, and at this point I knew the tops of her breasts as well, as she said, "You always do. I meant in...in what way?"
Ah.
"What way would you like, Hannah?" I asked, tugging her over to me to whisper in her ear.
Her breath hitched and she said, "I - I don't know. You're the s*x god."
I chuckled softly and said, "And you're the goddess."
"Goddess?" she asked, clearly
