Olivia stepped up to him, bent, and spoke into Harry's ear. “Thank you for taking my mind off Paul.”
He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t mention his name again.”
She swallowed. “Okay, I won’t.” She paused. “But you know how you like my ass?”
“And I meant it when I said I like yours, too, Harry, there will be a time I want to play with it.”
He stared into her eyes.
“And it might be more than a spank,” she said.
His mouth opened, but he didn’t speak.
“You can’t just dole it out, you know, you have to be able to take it as well…all of it.” She swept her lips over his. “And you know we’ll make it good for you.”
She smiled and straightened. “I’ll see you later.”