“Chump change. Bet accepted.”
“You’re going to be a very poor woman when I’m done with you, Nika Russo.”
“Doubt that very much, Dragon.”
He smirks, buries my mouth with his, grabs my ass, and laughs when I twist sideways and slap his hand back.
“Too grabby,” I chide.
“Not nearly grabby enough.”
I dodge another attempt and gesture at the house. “Should we turn around?”
He checks over his shoulder, scowling at Daniel and several security members silently and respectfully tailing us. “Not yet. Let’s keep going.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I slip my hand through his arm. “Now you may cop a feel.”