We’re lying in David’s bath, him behind me. After David asking me to stay with him that night and not being able to get enough of one another, we decide on some relaxation. David’s mood has now shifted to planning mode. He has his arms wrapped around me, below my breasts and is stroking his thumbs between my cleavage.
While I know how important what we’re discussing is, I also really want him to use those fingers to find my spot beneath the water. I chastise myself for being so dirty-minded at a time like right then and listen to him.
“He’s never wanted her, right?”
“Does Marie have proof?” I ask, wanting him to be sure of his case before anything goes further.
“Yes, she confirmed that earlier.” I had urged him to call Marie when we got to his place while I cooked him dinner.
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