Letting my eyes fall below his waist, I note the distinct outline of his erection, and I’m struck with the memory of rubbing myself on it and how he came from just that alone. A tremor ripples in my voice when I speak. “Do you…I mean, I can—” He glances down at his crotch and then gives me a small smirk. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of myself while you’re off having fun with another man. It’ll help knowing you won’t be able to stop thinking about me, even when he’s buying you dinner or making you laugh.”
