“Yes.” He kissed my neck, thrusting deep once more but then stopped. “What?” I panted. “Did you hear something? Is it the movers?” He didn’t answer me; instead he lifted up and leaned over to rifle through his jeans pocket. I listened for noise but the apartment was silent. “Beau?” He still didn’t answer. Seriously? What was so important that he stopped fucking me? If he came back with his phone, I was going to kill him. “Beau!” I smacked him on the arm, causing him to chuckle. “This isn’t funny.” I tipped my hips up as a silent reminder that he had much more important things to be doing right
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