“Hope you don’t fall, break your leg, and die,” she tosses over her shoulder, her hips swaying as she moves to walk in the other direction of the seats, and I am reminded of her demands earlier in my room. So before she can go, I reach out and grab her by the belt loop on her jeans and pull her back against my chest. “If I do fall, will my wife kiss it better? Because just like every day, she looks so fucking beautiful tonight.”
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