'He's going to make me say it. He's going to make me admit I came in here already thinking about this.'
"Stan"
"I'm here." He kissed the back of her shoulder, then the side of her neck, open-mouthed, tasting the heat under her skin. "You can still pretend I'm asleep if you want. I'll keep my voice down."
She pinched the forearm wrapped around her waist. He smiled into her hair.
The hand between her legs stayed unhurried. Circles. A shallow press that made her thighs try to close and then open again. Behind her he rolled his hips in the same lazy rhythm she had started, the thick shape of him dragging along the cleft of her ass, caught between her softness and his own shorts.
"Last week we kissed," he murmured. "This week you want the whole show. What changed?"
