“I got you something.” “Oh.” I roll off her, both of us wincing as I disconnect our bodies. She takes the bag, then frowns at me as my fingers drift between her thighs, spreading our juices over her swollen lips. “Hey. Talk about a distraction.” I smirk. “Just open it.” “But I didn’t get you anything. You can’t give me orgasms and presents when I don't have anything for you in return.” “All I want is you, Riley.”
