“Alec,” I finally say. He rests his forehead against mine. His skin is flushed. “Yes.” I squirm against him. “I’m ready for more.” “More what?” His eyes hold a hint of amusement, and I narrow my own at him. “Don’t you want to sleep with me?” I ask. Alec’s half-huffed chuckle is hoarse. He pulls my hand tight between our bodies, right against the hard length of his cock. Even trapped behind the fly of his slacks, it’s impressive. “Pretty obvious what I want,” he says gravelly. “I’ve wanted you for much longer than I should’ve, and the things I’ve imagined… Isa, I need to have you. I think I
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