“I like when you wear my clothes,” he said, dropping his chain from his mouth and crossing the room to me. I saw evidence of exactly how much he liked it pressing against his shorts as he ran the back of his fingers over my shoulder. “You’re not worried about me stretching them out?” I asked. He almost growled, hands clapping down on the arms of the chair and caging me in as he dropped his mouth to mine. “Woman, if you don’t stop with that shit,” he warned. “Besides, even if you did, it only seems fair, since stretching you out is my favorite pastime.”
