Chris chuckled as his shirt was dropped onto the floor. His boots were toed off, his hands finding the top of his pants to push them down against his hips.

“Mm, you want me to keep going?”

He cocked his head to the side with a grin, the pants catching on the wider parts of his hips since the button and zipper hadn’t been worked on.

“Gonna have to ask nicely, angel. We both know that pretty mouth of yours can beg for me.”