"Duly noted, princess. Now let's get you to work," he says, taking my laptop bag and the muffins. I roll my eyes and follow behind him like a good girl. He doesn't speak until we are in his car. "Did you sleep well?" "No, not really. But I did get enough rest." "Was it me keeping you up? Did you dream of me?" he asks, and I look at him and see he is smirking. Fucker. "Why do you ask? Did you dream of me?" I asked, throwing his question back at him. I also don't want to answer him, and I am not about to lie to him.
"I did, and it was delicious. I only got a bit of sleep after I jacked off to the memory of that kiss we shared. You got me so hard and then you just left me hanging. That was kind of mean, you know," he says, and I nearly choked on the coffee I just sipped. I cough, and he lau
