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“I wasn’t joking.”
“Nope.” I kiss her nose.
She squirms and I grasp her hips. “Don’t move.”
“I want to get up.”
“My cock doesn’t understand the difference.”
She freezes. “Your cock?”
I capture her hand and lay it on my hard length. Her eyes flare. “You’re still excited?”
“Lace, you’re sitting on my lap. Naturally, I’m excited.”
“But we were having a serious conversation.”
“The only words my cock understands are yes, harder, and don’t stop.”
She licks her lips as she stares at my crotch. “Interesting. I wonder if there are other words it understands. Maybe keep going, just like that.”
I groan. “You’re not helping things.”
“Your cock twitched. I think I’m helping.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Why? You were ready to ravage me before when I thought you hated me.”
“I never hated you.”
“Yes. I realize this now. Which is why I’m interested in your cock.”
“You have to stop saying cock. He’ll never calm down if you don’t.”
“Who said I want it to calm down?”
“Lace,” I growl. “Stop teasing me.”
She bats her eyelashes. “Or what?”
“You’re going to get fucked right here on this sofa.”
“Promises. Pro—”
I don’t let her finish. I smash my lips to hers while wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her near. I moan when her core lands on top of my hard length. My cock weeps in happiness.
I wrench my lips from hers and smatter kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. “If you don’t want this, tell me.”
She grinds herself on my hardness. “I want this.”
I bite her earlobe in punishment. “You’re a little tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I put out.”
My cock twitches again. It doesn’t understand why I keep talking. Why I haven’t buried myself in Paisley’s wet heat yet. I don’t have an answer since I can’t remember why we aren’t naked and fucking either.
I squeeze Paisley’s hips. “Remove your pants.”