“That isn’t what you said in my bed the other day—” Reaching beneath the table, I grab his thigh, pinching the inside before he has a chance to stop me. I put all my strength into it, gritting my teeth; he jolts, his hand immediately coming to cover mine as he drags my chair closer. He grunts, wrenching my fingers from his leg, and then tangles ours together, drawing them into his lap.
