Stop Laughing Like That
Stop laughing like that, you monster!- a wash of heat in his genitals
- if they never killed a fox
- then her lips twitched
- and Philip swallowed
“Stop laughing like that, you monster!”
The sound of Lola’s voice, so imperious, prompted a wash of heat in his genitals. But still he laughed, because a pretty lady in nothing but a fur coat is a vastly entertaining sight. And he was thinking how she would look at this moment if they never killed a fox, never made her coat.
“Philip, find my clothes! This is unforgivable!”
He started to think he’d made her too angry, but then her lips twitched into a lascivious smile, just for a moment, and Philip swallowed.