‘What time is it?’ ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said. ‘I need you to listen to me. Are you listening? This is important.’ ‘I’m listening,’ she said, draping her arms over his thighs and curling herself closer. ‘It doesn’t seem like you’re listening.’ ‘That’s because I’m near your penis and you’re not listening.’ ‘Fair enough,’ he said, putting up no argument. Flick fumbled one palm to the thickening member emerging in his jeans. ‘He’s listening.’ ‘He doesn’t need to listen. You need to listen.’
