Megan's POV

"Are you Megan?" There was something going through my head. When he lifted the sleeve of my shirt, he took a little stop. Soon after, his fingers curled further into his chest and lightly brushed against the skin that had just been revealed.

This is the question. "And what exactly are you considering at this very moment?" I questioned him as I ran my fingers over the wrinkles in the muscles of his chest and belly.

I was wondering whether you would be interested in performing the mating ritual as the master of ceremonies. I rolled over so that I could see him, and when I did, I...