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He leans back and stretches out. “Maybe to make this comfortable, I’ll lie behind you,” he says.

I try not to shiver as I nod softly. “Sure. That’s how a real couple would watch a movie, I suppose.”

I pretend that it’s not a big deal to me, even though my body is so excited that I think I’m going to cream myself then and there. The man does things to me that should be illegal, and I know I can’t resist him.

“I suppose,” he says. Like it means nothing.

Ugh, I could shake the man. He leans back into the couch, and I shift so I’m in front of him. He wraps his arm around my hip, and I lean my back into him. His thighs and legs are warm against mine, and my T-shirt slides up, so my panties are pressed against him. I feel his palm running to my waist, and my breath stills. I can still feel his fingertips against my clit from earlier.

“So, did you enjoy your evening?” he whispers softly into my ear.

A thrill runs down my back, and I nod.

“Is that a yes? Is that a no?”

“It was fun. We danced, and we laughed, and, you know …”

“Were you thinking about me?” he says, and I feel his finger tracing circles along the top of my panties.

“Not particularly. Why would I be thinking about you?” My words come out short, but I don’t know what else to say.

“I don’t know. Maybe about when we went outside.” His fingers run along the top line of my panties and then down my thigh. “But maybe it didn’t affect you, right?”

“No, of course it didn’t affect me. I mean, it might have affected you, but I didn’t think about it for the rest of the evening,” I lie.

“Oh, that’s a shame.”

His hand stops, and he says nothing else. We watch the movie for a few more minutes, and then I feel his hand moving up inside my T-shirt. He runs his fingers across the underside of my breast, and I hold still, waiting to see if he’s going to touch me some more. He slides his fingers back down to my belly button, and I want to sigh. I want him to do more, but I know he’s teasing me.

“I mean, this movie is really interesting,” I say, not knowing what else to do.

“It’s one of my favorites,” he says, but he doesn’t continue touching me.

“If we were really a couple and we were watching this, is this all you would do?” I tilt my head over my shoulder and look up into his eyes.

He shrugs and grunts, “I don’t know. Why?”

“Just curious,” I say as I nuzzle my ass back against him.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “Are you concentrating on the movie, Rosie?”

“Of course,” I say. I grab his hand and move it up toward my breast again.

“What’s going on?” he says.

“Nothing. I just like your strong hands keeping me warm,” I say as I slide his hand all the way up and stop at the underside of my breast.

I moan softly as he keeps moving his hand up, and I feel his fingers graze my nipple.

“Is that what you wanted, Rosie?” he murmurs.

I moan as he pinches my nipple and squeezes my breast. I grind back against him, and he moans. I feel his other hand sliding down, reaching inside my panties and rubbing me.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mutters. “Have you been thinking about this all night?”

I moan and turn to him. “Have you been thinking about this all night?”

He nods, his eyes a deep, dark haze. “Fuck yes.”