““Gotcha." Her smile was smug as she held her elbow against his windpipe, her thighs clenching around his shoulders. "I planned this," he grunted. "Yeah sure--keep telling yourself that, ghost boy." "You like being my prisoner, don't you?" "Take off your pants," he mumured... "I'm supposed to be back at ACRO soon." "Not before you come atleast three times." "Is that so?" "Pants Annika," he repeated.. "Sit.On.My.Face." "Now who's giving orders," she murmured ~Cree and Annika””
