"Oh, man. I should do that again," he breathes, just grinning at the memory. "Make you text me about it and stuff. And a pair of my panties or something."

Just to up the ante.

Poison stretches lazily, still in his black cami and stockings, panties still down around his thighs. He should probably attempt to take any of it off, but he's not in a hurry. If ends up glued together, so be it.