“YES… YES… OH, MATT… MORE ABOUT THE MILKSHAKES!”
“… they drink those milkshakes down! They drink every last drop down!”
Deadly serious, Chrissie said, “I want my own milkshake.”
She once again geared down her movements and shifted back to the light bouncing. Her breathing became more controlled.
“No problem, baby,” Matt replied, but thought—Criminy, this stuff is getting out of control. He certainly appreciated all the wild s*x, but the fast-food pillow talk was unnerving. He’d heard of people with some strange fetishes, but gol-dang this one took the cake home. This was out of the ballpark strange, but the intensity of her voice convinced him to stay in the game for now. “I can bring home a milkshake tomorrow night, whatever flavor you want.”
“I don’t care about the flavor, Matt, but
