The efficient way to put up a Christmas tree...
“What are you doing?” V asked, a chuckle belying her attempted serious tone.
“I’m working. What are you doing?” Zane responded sarcastically, although his tone sounded much more serious than hers had if he did say so himself.
“I don’t think squeezing my ass is what you’re supposed to be doing.” “No?” “No.” “Hmmm, but it’s so much fun,” he replied softly, his lips pressed to V’s ear. “The tree isn’t going to put itself up.”
“Maybe it should try,” he retorted, gripping V around the waist and lifting her until she laughed.
“Put me down!” V giggled and managed to wiggle out of his arms, but Zane remedied that by hefting her over his shoulder and carrying her across the room to their bed.
“This is not very productive,” she said when he tossed her down onto the bed.
Zane crawled over her, his knees sliding between her thighs. “You’re right,” he agreed. “It would be if you were naked though.”