He looked uncomfortable. When he tried to slam me into the wall again, I braced my legs and used his own momentum, turning him He got brownie points for dressing without me having to ask. He smoothed his hands up the insides of my thighs, and it was only as his fingers brushed certain parts that I made real pain sounds.
I felt Jean-Claude's will flex, like a muscle squeezing around Primo. The hands that were pressed to mine were cool, but they didn't feel dead. I was breathing a little hard myself. He smiled up at me.
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