“You are making it so hard to stick with that timeline of yours.” he said as he gripped his shirt that she was wearing that had hiked up when he flipped her. Her bare flat stomach called to him to be touched. He wanted her so bad at this point it was painful and the demands to continue were becoming dangerously loud.
“What timeline?” she asked breathlessly with lust dazed eyes. It reminded him of many of his dreams where he put that look on her face through various means. He smirked.
“I really do love that one track mind of yours.” he said as he began to start kissing her again but then his phone rang suddenly on the nightstand. “Saved by the bell liaaja.” he said, quickly moving away from her and standing to get the phone off the nightstand “Hello.” Yakir said curtly as he answered the
