She sets it down and I hear her cut into her pancakes, followed by a moan. A moan that stirs my goddamn groin. I might want her out of here, but that doesn’t mean I’m not affected by her. “These pancakes are making my nipples hard.” Jesus Christ. Don’t look. Don’t even think about fucking looking. They’re probably not hard anyway. She’s saying that metaphorically. I slightly turn my head—because my head is uncomfortable, nothing more—and out of the corner of my eye, I spot a hard nipple. Motherfucker. Pancakes made her nipples hard. What else makes her nipples hard? Donuts? I’ve given her many
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