You're It

by Cleo White

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This isn’t accidental, or instinctive, or a goddamn handshake. This is me, a man, putting my hands on her, a woman I want with everything I am.

“Make no mistake, Miss Laurence. I might be playing the gentleman now, but if you let me between those thighs, I won’t tolerate teasing.”

“Do you know what I was thinking about a moment ago?” I shake my head, admiring the matching wedding bands on our fingers as I sip my drink. “If it’s my current level of cervical mucus, I’m leaving you.”