You didn't tell me in all your talk about how you loved your job, that you got sweet little tight-arsed chics creaming their panties over you.' Tristan murmured through his and Kenneth's link.
'What?' Kenneth automatically turned to look at Tristan.
'The girl asking the silly question...she wants to f**k you.' A hint of a smile, showing teasing amusement touched Tristan's mouth.
For a moment Kenneth looked confused, his eyes riveted on the sexy mouth of his mate. Then he shifted his eyes back onto the girl with a subtle lift of his shoulder in an offhand shrug. 'Well, she's hot.' He shot back, his deliberately smoky gaze, trained on the girl. 'What hot-blooded male wouldn't want to hit that? I wouldn't mind at all. Call it the perks of teaching hot, young babes.' Kenneth murmured, his v
