"I suppose I'll have to be on top then." Pam grinned around his kiss as she kicked the door closed. Her arm twisted up her back to pull the zipper down on her corest. Once released, she pulled the zipper down on her shorts. With a small shimmy, her clothes dropped to the floor, but she'd be damned if she was taking off the boots.
Midnight stepped out onto the porch. In one hand, he held two shot glasses and in the other, he carried a fine bottle of bourbon. He stopped short of intruding on Harry's space.