"These all don't look good enough," said Hank Clegg in a low voice.
"Then what does look good?" Victoria naiively asked him.
With a wicked smile tugging at his lips, Hank whispered in her ear, "You look the best when you wear nothing…"
"You look the best wearing nothing," Victoria retorted without thinking, shocked by how he tried to tease her.
"Well, didn't you know I look best undressed?" Without any trace of embarrassment, Hank grabbed Victoria's hand, forcing her palm to caress his firm abs and muscular chest, "Can you feel its shape?"
Victoria stammered out, flushed and abashed, "Long…no…round…cylindrical…"
Hank froze for a second but then his expression darkened.
"You little thing, are you thinking of something naughty?" He clenched his teeth, unable to resist pulling her in closer.
"I wasn't thinking…," Victoria gasped, Hank's relentless pressure leaving her breathless, "it's you who's always…"
