Matt didn't doubt that she tasted good. She looked as if she'd taste like Heaven. When compared to Fuji's, though. A lot of flavors fell short.
"With a request like that," he drawled right back, leaning into her as he spoke. "I seriously doubt you care about the state of the showers. Locker room sex is supposed to be raunchy."
Not that he was agreeing. That price was far too steep for one box of Fuji's and one container of white sauce. There was no way he was going to agree to that.
"How about a kiss on the cheek," he countered with a smirk, knowing that was entirely too low of a bid. Besides, bartering like this was fun.