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Emma
When we get back to my house, at my door, he’s undressing me even before I get the door unlocked. The second we’re inside, he picks me up and carries me into my bedroom. Jameson sets me down and sits back on my bed.
He looks me up and down, his gaze dark and piercing. It seems like he sees right into my very soul. I feel almost shy, like I should have worn more than this skimpy dress, but it doesn’t matter. He grabs my hands when I try to cover myself, then pulls me onto his lap.
“Do you have any idea how f*****g hot you are?” he growls into my ear. I moan and shift to straddle his big body, moving closer any way I can.
I flush hot all over. Straddling him like this, it’s impossible not to feel his hardened c**k through his jeans. It feels long and thick and perfect. I get a f
