"Ah… Ethan… mmph…"
Amber let out a sharp cry, followed by muffled sounds beneath the pile.
"I told you I had money, and I meant it! Don't believe me? I'll bury you in cash!"
Ethan threw himself onto the mountain of bills that had erupted across the room.
Amber wasn't weak by any means—a heap of money, no matter how big, shouldn't have been enough to trap her. But through some ridiculous twist of fate, her head popped out of the pile in a very compromising position.
"Uh…" Ethan froze, staring down at her. The angle was… not great.
"Ethan…" Amber's hair was disheveled, strands falling over her flushed face.
"Yeah… yeah!" he replied, still dazed.
"Get off me!" she snapped through gritted teeth.
She pushed against him, but somehow couldn't shake him off.
"I'll get up, just don't—ah! What the hell! You crazy woman, where are you biting—"
He didn't even finish before Amber lunged, her teeth bared. Whether it was anger or instinct, she went straight for his most sensitive spot.
