"Name it," Harry said, rocking a little at Midnight's thump on his shoulder and chuckling. He watched the houngan closely, though, despite the pleasantness. Harry had learned the hard way over the years to be careful of anyone who wanted favors.
"Ah, Pam," John groaned and rocked down against her. His mouth moved freely over her neck, down to all the skin that her corset did nothing to hide. "A sane man might point out that this is not the most private parking lot ever." Not that he was sane. Or stopping.