I looked toward the ceiling. She wasn’t making this any easier for me. “You know what it means. Tell me, are you still pretending that you don’t want me as much as I want you?” I reached out, pinching her chin. With my other hand, I grabbed her hip and pulled her against me. My cock throbbed, sending my message home. “It doesn’t matter. You know that.” She pushed me away and ran her hands through her hair again. “I should go get you that drink. Bourbon, right?” She didn’t wait for me to answer and fled to the kitchen.
