"There's pictures? I don't know if I want to see it." He was already imagining the worst things possible. "Or you could just tell me what it is and then never speak of it again," he suggested.
"Do I?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face. "What kind of ideas? You can't say that and not share here." He helped once again, wondering why he didn't just help get rid of them when she had been pulling off his jeans.
He wanted to grab her and pull off the rest of her clothes, but that would have to wait since she started to do what she was doing.