When she pushes him, he doesn't resist; it would be simple to force her down - to take... Simple, and horrible. He's not that guy.
No, he's the guy the moans when she slams him down and sits so easily astride his hips. He's the guy that's breathless and digging painfully hard against his zipper.
And she's right. Every fiber of his body is demanding for her touch, to feel just a little more...
"I know," he whispers, closing his eyes and squaring his jaw to hold back the frustration."We're not thinking clearly."
He can practically hear Sam's voice beside him; 'Spent too long in the Army, brother - pretty sure you like jerkin' it in a cold shower more than women. She's hot, drunk and on top of you... Second guess or no, go for it.'
Thankfully he's never been hard up enough to follow the dating advice of a guy that thinks the good life is being a boy toy to middle aged women with more money than they know what to do with.
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No, he's the guy the moans when she slams him down and sits so easily astride his hips. He's the guy that's breathless and digging painfully hard against his zipper.
And she's right. Every fiber of his body is demanding for her touch, to feel just a little more...
"I know," he whispers, closing his eyes and squaring his jaw to hold back the frustration."We're not thinking clearly."
He can practically hear Sam's voice beside him; 'Spent too long in the Army, brother - pretty sure you like jerkin' it in a cold shower more than women. She's hot, drunk and on top of you... Second guess or no, go for it.'
Thankfully he's never been hard up enough to follow the dating advice of a guy that thinks the good life is being a boy toy to middle aged women with more money than they know what to do with.
But damn if its easy. "I'm sorry, Emma..."