Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake #3)
“Not that he wasn’t always a deep thinker, but I’d catch him staring off into space as if he was pondering something intensely. I asked him about it, but he brushed me off.
A week of that and I ended up tackling him when we went to bed, pinning him under me.
“Oh, are you gonna be on top tonight?” he said, his fingers digging into my hips and making me forget, for a second, why I had done this in the first place.
“Mmm, sounds good. But not until we talk. And you tell me what’s been on your mind.” He growled and the sound hit me right between my legs. He accompanied that with a roll of his hips that had me whimpering.
“Nice try,” I said, panting a little. “But I want to talk.”
His eyes seared into me as he started to sit up, his arms going around my back so I was in his lap and our faces were only inches apart.
“Are you sure you want to talk, Missy?”
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