Yes, and it’s huge, Megan thought wildly, but the troll was just holding her flush against him, his hands playing over her breasts, not rutting up against her ass. It was too easy of an answer and she dimly remembered from fairy tale books that it was never easy, there was always a trick, something to keep the hapless human ensnared…
She was, she realized, staring right at it, stretched out in old weathered stone. “I have to cross the bridge to get home,” she said, licking her lips. “And…”
“And?” the troll prompted when she hesitated, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples in lazy, utterly distracting circles.
“And then I have to pay another toll,” Megan finished, breathless.