Page 202 of Moon's Promise

“I can guarantee you she doesn’t care.” Opening her can of sparkling water, she took a sip. “I’d kiss him.”

Moon gave her a dirty look. “He’s not into it, either. His dick is as limp as a dead shrimp.”

Her hand paused in the popcorn bag. “Shrimp? That’s a mackerel.”

“My bad. I wasn’t staring a hole through the television. I can’t believe you’d kiss him.”

“Why not? He hasn’t been French kissing Chastity.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope.”

“It was a just a kiss that may have lasted a couple of minutes. She wasn’t even that good.”

“Hmm. I’m curious, does Jesus have the right to vote?”

Moon opened his can of beer. “No.”

She would have to ask Killyama. Something told her that Moon was lying through his cheating teeth.

“Who do you think is better at riding a motorcycle—Jesus or you?”

“Me. Why?”

Shoving another handful of popcorn in her mouth to keep from laughing at Moon’s jealous expression, she continued to bait him. “Just curious.”

“Well, you can stop. You won’t be riding with the brother again.”

“You can’t stop me. If he offers, I will.”

“He won’t be offering.”

Larissa frowned at him. “Why not?”

Moon gave her a satisfied grin. “Because when I went into work this morning, I told him it would be hazardous to his health.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

The smug look on his face made her clench her can.

“I wouldn’t,” Moon warned, “unless you want me find out how many times I have to paddle your ass before you beg me to stop, then I would fuck you until you had to crawl out of bed.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Larissa set the can down on the table. “You wish.”

“You were much easier to deal with when you were scared of me.”

Deciding it would be more prudent to ignore Moon, she watched the show without baiting him further. Damn, she was going to have to take a cold shower. A slight movement from Moon reminded her that he was still there. Why should she have to take a shower?

As the credits rolled, she eyed Moon. Her desire took a nosedive, however, when she saw him using a toothpick to dig the kernels out of his teeth.

Moon stopped what he was doing to stare at her curiously. “You need something?”

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