Jack shifts a little beneath me, one hand still palming my bottom, the other spread against my side before he draws his legs up just a little, bracketing my hips and bringing us closer together, my cock sliding against the perfect little indent of his pelvis, his pressed against my hip.

"Oh, I promise you I have," I tell him with another breathless sort of laugh. He wraps his leg around me waist and, instinctively, I grind down against him. Honestly, I just can't help myself. "Might even say it's kept me up some nights," I add with a quiet smirk. "If you catch my meaning."