His eyes crossed.
“Mmm. You seem to like it, too, judging by Mr. Happy down there. I wonder if I could lock the RV door with my hands behind my back? If so, I could take care of that little problem you have in your pants.”
His eyebrows rose in outrage.
“Sorry. Beefy problem.” She gave his earlobe another nibble. He was about to demand—just how, he wasn’t quite sure—that she cease teasing him and impale herself on his p***s when a soft whooshing noise heralded an arrival.
“Peter-ji! Are you being in here? I have been looking—oh la la la! What is this going on? Popsy! What have you done to Peter-ji?”
Sunil buzzed in an irritated fashion around Kiya’s face. She looked from the ball of light to the door. “How did...? That was closed.... How did you open the door?”
“If I am telling you al
