“Okay then…O.” His grin turned toothy, fueling the tension. “Who were you riding in your dream?” “No one. I was not having a fucking wet dream.” “Those little noises you make put Tally’s to shame.” I dismissed him. “You’re hearing things.” “Right.” His snide smile dialed up to ten. “So…” He leaned over, the leather of the couch creaking beneath his shoulder in the otherwise quiet room. He ran a soft trail up the inside of my exposed calf with his fingers. “If I touched your pussy right now, would I find out that you’re lying to me?”
