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But then Aron absently moves his hand over my breast in a casual caress and I’m lit up with need all over again. I squirm in his lap, the hot bar of his erection pressing against my backside. “You’re doing that on purpose,” I tell him, accusing.
I just get another lazy, heated smile, as if he loves torturing me like this.
I kind of love it, too. I know I shouldn’t, but…when in Rome and all that.