Sorry,” he said, his voice thick and gruff. “It’s morning and you’re sitting on me. That’s a combination meant to bring any man down.
J. LynnHis chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.
Are you done dressing me like I’m your own personal Barbie?”
“Bitch, if you were my Barbie, you’d be half naked.
I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.
J. LynnWhile the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.”
I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “Well, that was…really sort of perfect.”
“I’m really sort of perfect … Everyone else knows that. You’re just a little slow on the uptake.
Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.
J. LynnI want you, Cam.”
“You have me,” he groaned. “You so fucking have me.
You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.”
Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?”
“I did. And I owned it . Gonna make me a shirt that says that.
So the next time I answer a late night booty call from Jimmie and I actually go over to his place, what will you do?”
… “Punch you in the vagina?”
“Exactly!
I’m just not interested.”
“Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked.
I shot him a look. “Yes.”
… “Then how are you not interested.
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