“Hmm. I’m with you on that.” He seems amused as he runs his nose on my arm. God, I have to press my thighs together.
I groan. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Rubbing your nose on me.”
“It turns you on, isn’t it?”
“What are you trying to do? Seduce me? f**k me? Then leave me?”
He looks taken aback. “Abby, baby, no. I’m sorry. I’m a man, and you’re gorgeous, sitting on my lap, and I can’t hold on anymore. Do you feel it? I’m so f*****g turned-on just by your smell.”
I already felt it when I sat on his lap earlier, but I tried hard to ignore it. He’s just a man, and he’s affected too. At least he’s as affected as I am. His huge bulge in his pants is poking my thighs, and I want to grind to relieve the ache in my core, and because I’m definitely wet right now.
“Then why you let me sit here i
