She crosses her arms over her shirt and bites her bottom lip as she tries to hide the smile on her lips. “You were jealous?” “I spent most of the last week thinking about you and most of last night with you sitting on my dick or with my hand wrapped around it while I pictured you. Yeah, Elianna, I was fucking jealous,” I tell her, and I don’t wait for her response before I’m out of my office.
