“God, Maven. You’d make anything look perfect.” I’m hard. My dick throbs, heavy and aching, and it takes every ounce of the control I’ve spent years perfecting to not touch myself while she watches. “So much for not kissing,” she teases. “You make it very fucking difficult to follow the rules.” “I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not.” “No, I’m not.” She gestures to the front of my briefs, and everything inside me burns hot and wild. “Are you going to do something about that?” “Yeah. Die a slow death while I think about you with tattoos on your body. While I think about you in general, honestly.” “I’ve
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