“Arrrgghh!” My arms flop as I give up, huffing. Then I’ll leave tomorrow…” tug “…and you won’t have to…” frustrated growl “…see me again!” “It’s so…” tug “totally…” tug, tug “…happening. This is happening, Jake.” My lips purse, arms straining as I struggle with the first hook. Perhaps taking it off might help my cause because seriously, I’ve been geared up for sex all day and I’m not leaving until I get it. I reach behind me for the little hooks that hold my top together. His chuckle is throaty and thick with frustration as the hands on my hips lift me up and set me back on the couch beside him. I’m pretty sure I’ll say anything at this point to keep this train rolling forward. “I care about you,” I throw out brazenly because the friction still feels so damn good. My hips are grabbed in vice-like hands where I straddle Jake on the couch, his fingers digging in like he’s trying to stop me and urge me to keep going all at the same time.
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