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“And?” she pushed. “What do youaccidentlythink?”
That you’re the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.
“It’s your body, Liz,” I said instead, not giving her an inch. “You decide what you wear.”
“And if I decide to wear nothing?”
“I’ll bring a spare coat in case you get cold.”
“Dammit, Hugh, just look at me so I can seduce you already!”
“So you admit it!” I exclaimed, snapping my book shut and pointing an accusing finger at her. “You sneaky, little, would-be virginity stealer!”
She feigned innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Your underhanded tactics won’t work on me, witch,” I laughed. “I know every dirty trick in your sneaky, little handbook. Hell, I’m the muse for most of them!”
“I didn’t invite you over to seduce you, asshole,” she said, doubling down, this time in a much softer voice. Her breath hitched, and she looked up at me with a lonesome, puppy-eyed expression, bottom lip wobbling and everything. “I really needed your help with an outfit.”
“Nice try,” I replied, laughing into her face. “But you already pulled that trick on me one time too many. A plus for effort, though.”
Her expression shifted in an instant, switching from angelic and frail to pissed off and frustrated. “You’re such a killjoy, Hugh.”
“Hmm.” Thoroughly amused by her antics, I returned my attention to my book and exhaled a contented sigh. “Whatever keeps your clothes on, Liz.”
“Oh yeah?” Unwilling to take theLlike a champ, the little demon pounced on top of me, not stopping until she was straddling my hips. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
“Liz, stop.” Choking out a laugh, I attempted to protect my sides from her ticklish onslaught with my book, but she was merciless. “You know I can’t take it.”
“Take my clothes off.”
“Nope.”
“Fine, take your clothes off.”
“Ah, mercy, mercy…ah…ah…mercy, baby. Mercy!”
Using one hand to torment me with tickles, she pried the book from my hands with the other and tossed it over her shoulder.
Wrapping her hands around my wrists, she attempted to pin my hands to the mattress above my head.
I indulged her, allowing her to pin me down, because she was too fucking cute when she was playful.
“Ha.” Grinning victoriously above me, she leaned in close and purred, “Joyce can’t save you now, Biggs.”
I smiled in amusement back at her. “You didn’t save my page.”
Her eyes narrowed to slits, and I choked on a laugh.
“Oh my God, you areinfuriating!” Wiggling her hips, she rocked on top of my obvious hard-on. “I canfeelyou, Hugh. Iknowyou want this as much as I do.”
“I’m hard because I love you.” Another laugh escaped me that seemed to only aggravate her more, which resulted in more laughter on my end. “Because you make me happy.”
“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re hard because you want to have sex with me.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “And every part of your anatomy knows itexceptyour brain!”
“What’s the obsession with us having sex?”
“What’s the obsession with abstaining from having sex?”
