I gently pulled away from him and said, “Maybe a little more than kind of.”
“I like where this is going.” He brushed the back of his right hand across my pecs, grazing my nipples. Then the hand fell south, over my navel, and flawlessly pulled away. “How about we go sledding together?”
“On the same plastic sled?”
“I have an inflated inner tube in the garage.”
I gave him a quick kiss and chuckled. “Under one condition, of course.”
“What’s the condition?”
“You’re on top, Jax. That’s the way I like it.”
He called me a slut, toying with me, and we dressed together, ready for a new adventure.
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