“I hear what you’re saying. You want to take your time. You want . . . a man to take his time.” “That doesn’t seem like a lot to ask.” “It’s not.” His abs were starting to burn from being flexed too long, just to combat the rough pull of need in his balls. Deep breaths. “When we practice making out—or anything else on the calendar, for that matter—you’ll get all the time you need. If you just want to kiss, that’s what we’ll do.” Robbie gave in to the impulse to reach up and trace the outside of her thigh with a single fingertip, trailing it from hip to knee, then back, listening to the
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