“Mm, bragging,” I reply as my arms curl around his shoulders, holding on but not tightly enough to keep him from his downward trajectory. My lips are swollen from his thorough kisses and I pull the bottom one between my teeth as he kisses down my neck, stubble brushing across my sensitive skin.

“Ooh, I get to have a new suit made,” I add happily, sliding my hands along his smooth skin, up the back of his neck and into his hair. “And then you’ll get to take it off of me.”

His mouth travels across the hollow of my throat and along the bone just underneathc and I lift one foot to slide my toes over his ankle and the muscle in his calf. “We’ll bring some cake home and you can lick frosting off of me.”