Peabody tilted her naked leg to examine the hot pink cowboy boots Roarke and Dallas had given her. "They're mag. Just completely the ult. Don't you think?"
"Cha," said McNab, stroking one hand up that naked leg where it lay next to him on their rumpled bed. "You're completely the ult. But the boots are pretty mag."
"They make me feel wild," she said. "I think they're going to be my signature boots. Maybe my signature sex boots."
"Now that'd be the ult, She-body." He lay still as she mounted him, letting her set the pace. "Ride me, cowgirl."