“Yeah, how did you know?”
“It’s pretty obvious, I saw the way you kept looking at me that night, and the response.”
“Response?”
“You were harder than a punch from Mike Tyson, I couldn’t not see it.” I say with a mischievous giggle. His hand slips through the slit in my dress, travelling up my inner thigh in strong circles until he reaches my wetness, slipping two fingers inside me and finger fucking me, gradually going deeper, faster and harder. babe… My body explodes with bliss as an orgasm hits, I scream his name as he continues pumping his fingers through it until I half collapse against him, my legs shaking. “Oh my God!” she exclaims in a happy yet disbelieving way as I close the door. “Easy, you tease him until he wants to tear your clothes off and make mad, passionate love to you… he’s denied being the father.”
“He hasn’t?!” I ask, shocked. He laughs again, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead, “get some sleep, babe,” he says before half turning away. Do I go for some sexy lingerie? I hate these decisions! That was pretty much our life for the next two weeks. He pulls out and lifts me, turning me around and making me lean over the table.
