Chapter 12

“So, what, you dress up in hot pants and dresses to get intel or something?”

“It depends on the job. We—Grant, Mickey, Jackson and me—have specialties, though we can do each other’s job in a pinch. I just happen to fit the ‘Etc.’ niche really well, which means anything odd or not straightforward that needs to be done, which doesn’t involve blowing things up, then that’s on me.”

Guff smiled as he ran his hand over my hip and squeezed my butt. “I liked both outfits. Hell, I think you could wear just about anything and get away with it. You’re so pretty, it’s almost disturbing.”

“Um…thanks?”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his laugh turning into a moan when I twisted both nipples at the same time.

“I guess that’s not punishment for you, is it, hmm? Maybe I need to ignore your nipples and cock and that’ll get the point across.”

His pout was lovely. “Why would you do something so despicable to me? I thought I was your teddy bear.”