“Lionfish and breadfruit,” she ordered without missing a beat.
“Very amusing, slave. How about picking something that might actually be possible here in the Arctic?” he countered.
“I don’t know what arrows you have in your quiver, Master,” Claire offered coquettishly.
“Well, why don’t you sous for me tonight? Besides, all this excitement has gone to my head. I’m getting a raging hard-on, and I’m going to need someone to suck me off. Do you mind, Kat?”
It wasn’t Kat’s place to object in any event, but unlike her jealousy and competiveness of a couple of days earlier, she was completely fine with it. This was Claire’s day, and she deserved it. Even if she drained his balls of his sacred semen, the blessing should be hers. Kat would amuse herself with Meg and Ondine, who were also surfin
