“What’s wrong, you going to act shy around me now?” I flush red. “No. Maybe I didn’t want to sit on your lap, ever think of that?” He looks a little hurt, his brows bunching together, but then he pulls me tighter and thrusts his hips up a little. I feel him through his pants, his hard on pressing into the fabric of my dress. “Maybe I need you on my lap right now. Ever think of that?” I swallow hard,
