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I cross my legs at the ankles, teasing, “Is that all a Thunder Bay boy can
do with a girl’s ass?”
A light slap hits my right cheek, and I laugh.
But then, after a pause, he stops writing. “Have you ever…” he asks,
drifting off.
It takes me a moment to connect the dots, but then I realize what he’s
asking.
“Anal?” I clarify. “Well, considering I’ve only had sex once before you,
I’m sure you know the answer to that.”
I certainly wouldn’t have done that the first time, no matter how naïve I
was. And since Misha and I haven’t done that, then of course, the answer is
no.
“So we’re virgins then,” he says, his tone making it sound like he’s kind
of enjoying that idea.
“Yeah, virgins,” I grumble. “And I plan on dying one, because there’s
no way you’re sticking that in there.”
He snorts, breaking into a laugh.
Capping the pen, he moves up and over me, lifting my shirt over my
head. I arch my neck back, meeting his mouth and kissing him. His teeth
nibbling my skin sends an electric shock down my belly and straight
between my thighs.
I guess the nap helped. He slides his hand under my chest, cupping my
breast and I’m already turned on.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I stare at his lips, dipping in for more. Hell, yes.
I groan, my eyes damn near rolling into the back of my head as his
mouth trails down my neck, devouring me in hot, demanding kisses. He
grinds his hips into me, and I feel the hardening bulge between his legs.