"You're lying!" I squeal as Patterson tickles me on the couch.
"It's true." He leans back and I'm out of breath from laughing so hard.
"I don't believe it for a second." My fingers move under his arms, then to his waist and past his very prominent erection to the backs of his legs. "You are seriously not ticklish anywhere?"
"It's a good thing because you're ticklish enough for the both of us." He barely touches my waist and I'm doubling over with laughter.
"It's just—" I breathe, but then I fall back on the couch as he moves on top of me. "It's only because I know you're going to do it."
His weight feels good, and I spread my legs so I can cradle him between them. He's smiling, but his eyes are hungry and I feel that thick ridge he's got in his jeans against my sweet spot.
We came ba
