I climb onto the couch and straddle her, my legs on either side of her hips. My erection presses into her, and instead of pulling away, she nudges her thighs open so she can feel more of me. “Are you just going to sit there and stare at me all night, or are you going to do something?” she asks with the smug defiance I love about her. “Two sips of tequila, and she’s feisty. I never pegged you for a lightweight, Wood.” “It would be a lot nicer if you did peg me, Lansfield.” A laugh bursts out of me, and it makes her giggle, too. “God, I like you,” I say softly. “I like you so much.” “I like you,
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