"You're lying!" I squeal as Patterson tickles me on the couch.

"It's true." He leans back and I'm out of breath from laughing so hard.

"I don't believe it for a second." My fingers move under his arms, then to his waist and past his very prominent erection to the backs of his legs. "You are seriously not ticklish anywhere?"

"It's a good thing because you're ticklish enough for the both of us." He barely touches my waist and I'm doubling over with laughter.

"It's just—" I breathe, but then I fall back on the couch as he moves on top of me. "It's only because I know you're going...