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... ves over my bare chest, but his hands stay firmly planted on either side of me. His restraint is maddening.
I reach for him, but he catches my wrists, pinning them gently to the mattress.
"I’m not done yet."
I pout. "At this rate, we’ll be here all night."
"That’s the idea."
But we have food on the way...
Looks like he forgot.
He releases my wrists to trace the waistband of my jeans, the movement casual, almost thoughtful. The slow drag of ...
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