Jesus fucking Christ. If Braxton didn't believe in fuck at first sight, he did now. He could fuck that running mouth through hours of the night and not feel a sliver amount of guilt for their age difference. "It was a real pleasure," he said, taking her hand to kiss the back of it. He grinned when she yanked it back, as if she had been burned. "Maybe I'll give you a call someday, Ms. Lennox."